Sunday, July 5, 2009


I hold in my hands the fragments and pieces of us,
like shattered glass, scattered across the floor
we are without cohesion yet still we stick together
without error or success
held tight between reality and a dream world

Sometimes, It's not about what's's about the condition
of everything there....

1 comment:

Kelly Nina Kiyyah said...

Wow. How vivid and REAL!? Makes me feel sad...yet happy in some odd way. *sigh* =/

We're now following you! :)

Kelly of *AF*