Bicycle moving into the sun;
masking of colors on the blacktop
they say we create reality.
Long blooming mindflowers
a weary closing of the eyes,
deeply thinking nothing.
It is no longer enough to breathe
and you don't feel nothing;
shake another tree.
So... I'm all high atm and checking AO, then I was reading the new poems and like, saw Peach's sig in a totally different way, which is why I felt compelled to write something. Also, my Y key is on the fritz... THIS ONE IS FOR THE PEACHES.
the love you withhold is the pain you carry.