A vent, a summoning, a cry in the wild, a glorious rant laced with daffodils and free falling fashionistas. A moment to run and pretend freedom and to wallow in the mystery without the vanity of reason.
This is a whisper in the dark under the covers to a friend giggling.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Bleary
Bleary revelations of a new dawn. Muddle headed stumble but fumbling for the keys that will unlock the door to the revolution. This new world will be better, I hope i can make it in time.
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