Sunday, January 27, 2008
of 3 sisters
My favorite words are thirsty.
To be said or heard, pulled up from the depths.
Within you: there
secretly I am..
Once, I found myself surrounded by windowless people.
There must be light inside, right? So I start to throw rocks, bricks, anything
to break a window into the dreariness cast. We are all
so dependent on this light. Do you understand the task?
Why do I wonder then, How cruel am I...
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