winding a way through the maze surrounding us finding the paths that stories from yesterdays laid down. enjoying the vistas from high grounds and pondering the voids from the depths in darkness.
Monday, April 13, 2009
ink trails
pen in hand shoes on the floor feet bare breathe surroundings fade in and out impressions bleed onto the paper
pen in bag shoes slip on eager feet ready to walk into the sun blue ink trails indelibly left in sands of the heart
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