Monday, February 27, 2012

The Chemicals That Control Us

I don't know what sort of lessons you need.

But, you can see mine through my fingerprints.

What happens inside,
Might change your light.

You're a different colour now,
Then the day you were born.




4 comments:

Beyond said...

perfect!!!

rivercat said...

striking piece
xo

Ed Pilolla said...

glorious purple to shade this poem of progression.

Brittany said...

Thank you, all.

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...