The earth: "I am different from the others, you know."


The sky: " I like different."


The earth: " But my kind of different becomes a part of you once you bite into it."


The sky: "I am very hungry."


Thursday, October 10, 2013

Goodnight, my demise

Goodnight, blue blue sky...Goodnight ocean.

I shall dream of thee....

Shall you whip me away, buffeting my wings, oh great sky with hands of wind?

Or shall you drown me in the deepest love, oh great water?

How shall be my demise?

I wish to go

sift my sands...dissolve me within

enter my deepest

earth

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