Thursday, July 19, 2012

Journal Blast

sometimes when your mind is deliciously empty of words that would have meaning for anyone but yourself, you search into things written in the past, and i stumbled upon an appropriate piece for today.

drum beats and rocks gods and
shiny things that keep your mind from standing still
long enough
to make a
point.

they keep
r o l l i n g
togetherintomoreandmore
until you can't keep track of where you started
and where things ended,
started...
ended.
repeat and rinse,
but she's still there

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