my surroundings fill the canvas i carry on my sleeve- a melted snowman,a broken step, a torn suit are all images we've come into contact with in our life. i abuse these like ammunition to rifle, fuel to vehicle and wings to soar. we are limitless and timeless in thought- write on
Thursday 1 March 2012
my new walls
My new walls
Freshly painted within my
Recycled room
Same paintings, statues, books
Candles, carvings, and tea
The fan situated on my desk
Blows the sticky air
That guards a constant single drop that hangs above my brow
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