potential

Feb 10, 2005 23:19

something small & white
inside of me
flies off to greet the stars
& ask which other horizons
might be inquiring after
my name .

there is potential everywhere.

i want to gather it up,
the safety of never
ever
touching ground .

poetry

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tspeeddemonx February 12 2005, 09:30:17 UTC
well, being in the middle of nowhere is kind of safe. but that means you have nothing to hold on either...

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