Trailing Thoughts ((into space))

by StandStill   Jul 6, 2008


Ideas slip between simple fingers.
Slamming to the ground, shattering into a million-
puzzle pieces drip wonder and lies everywhere...
black boxes open into a hated reality.

And every photograph mimics make-believe.
Every belief shifting shapes fickley.
Saturn's rings kissed by half-finished words,
as every thought trails off into another piece of outerspace...

**I can't focus. -.-**

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