*le sigh*
a tiny fist around a finger
drifting off
silently
like a pool of water
its ebb and flow
of continuous life
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Two Hundred and Sixty Nine
Posted by Alison Trent at 9:30 AM
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- Don't you think it's weird how we're always asking kids "What do you wanna be when you grow up?" instead of "Who do you wanna be when you grow up?" I really like making mundane stuff seem strange and alien. Just because we're desensitized doesn't make it normal.
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