I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
That's beautiful! When did you go to Brussels?
Bloody brilliance, this is.Permission to make it my wallpaper, please?
thank you darlings :Dtris: 2006. was the right weather that day. :)aks: yes you may :) open source!;)
You whisper your name... but i can't hear it.
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That's beautiful! When did you go to Brussels?
ReplyDeleteBloody brilliance, this is.
ReplyDeletePermission to make it my wallpaper, please?
thank you darlings :D
ReplyDeletetris: 2006. was the right weather that day. :)
aks: yes you may :) open source!
;)