Sunday, March 27, 2011

Restless For the Waiters

Everyday you sit
At your desk.

Check this page.

Invade this parade.

Because maybe if we could join each other.
No one would know what it feels like to be alone...

Sometimes I am willing to give that up.
But it's the only thing I have that is permanent.

Isolated in this seclusion,

No one can make this half a whole.

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the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...