Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Saturday, May 8, 2010

stolen bits

Regulated by my heartbeat
The clarity is expressed infinitely
Indefinitely
And it destroys my soul to see it wane
Burned away in the night like a rogue fire
These are the things I cherish
And I will hold on to them until I fall
Quickly
Into that final place
Alone

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