Friday, March 23, 2007

the eve of

you are on the doorstep of the moon. where tragedy and wisdom dance like fools, drunk on words, giggling clouds of truth to a sleep walker tying imaginary running shoes. wearing imaginary clothes. selling imaginary cigarettes. to people being pulled around by strings. but you... you visit often with the sunset. you ride horseback with the night. and when you sleep angels hum beautiful melodies to encourage your dreams.


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