I'm flying
I'm running
I'm climbing,
really really fast
things seem nearer,
they're far away
I'm getting closer
but there's something in the way.
Walk with me, then?
Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
3 comments:
I will walk with you to coffee house on Christmas day. :)
Gee, thanks :)
sure. :)
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