| its art after it leaves the toes |


lightning stormrain slides off the roof. we turn off all the lights.lightning storm
in the dark we see flashes of white light.
the gutters rattle. we dance to their music.
in the dark we know no one can see us.
in the light we see all the beauty of life.
in the dark we see how much sight doesn't matter.
in the dark we are who we are. in the light we are judged for our looks. in the dark we are. we are the light. and we are all that matters
cloud 9

lost at seai. slowly losing memories thoughts falling from the sky lightning bolts of poetry flash before my eyeslost at sea
ii. caught between now and then when i can and when i can't lost in the cracks of time so far i can't even hear the clock
iii. deep in that gaze of yours i cant barely breath lips like closed doors tongue-tied like knots in a tree
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No clever signature... for now. *grin*
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the amateur worries about sharpness and the professional worries about sales.
the photographer worries about light.
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flickr :3
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marea rade
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