janedoe047
Oct 16, 2005 13:55
His forty-third year. His small time's end. His time--
Who saw Infinity through the countless cracks
In the blank skin of things, and died of it.
She followed slowly, taking a long time,
as though there were obstacles in the way;
and yet: as though, once it was overcome,
she would be beyond all walking, and would fly.
janedoe047
Oct 06, 2005 20:41
oh...to be young and/or furry again...
janedoe047
Oct 03, 2005 18:15
I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.