I am here, therefore I write.
I try to read books, people, patterns and lost thoughts in the ocean of time.
I mostly write for myself and sometimes you. You are the reason I am.
Love,
P
Jan 22, 2011
Broken Parabel?
Long dreams. Lost causes. Moist Feelings. Colorful dust. Blood. Smoke. Scent of paint. Dry towels. Cold side of the pillow.
Some interesting words from a poem I tried writing.
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