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
indigos
I held the door open
for a man with a stroller-
a helmet rested snugly inside
I commented on his beautiful helmet
“That’s a beautiful helmet”, I said.
“I don’t know where my baby is” he replied.
I said something like “Don’t tell your wife that”.
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