In a great-small thing of no size but larger than zero I placed a bag of velvet life roughly the length of a rocky-road mile and away it dissolved into the infinitely smallness of my LifeBag and I shed a ghostly tear — the ones that never jump from the wornEyes of dying cultures but those dried eyeballs found on summer-baked roads for hungry vultures. I said, “farewell my dreams and fears and may your journey into oblivion be as pleasant as your stay within my soul.”
:: 09-02-2014 ::
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September 3rd, 2014 at 11:35 pm
“The Forgotten Kiss” is beautiful! Oh my… ❤
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October 2nd, 2014 at 1:28 am
Thank you 🙂 ❤
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