I have lived only once since yesterday and i am feeling like i am shaped by a glassblower, fragile and angry and multi-hued.
my days come one by one, hand to mouth, holding neither memory nor future.
roses will wilt and rot
i throw my soul like a stone towards the heavens, semi of worth and sparkling
outside i can feel the horizon bending and i laugh sprawled and outlined of how i shake like a lover over the continuing way i dream the dream that never bends, it is just a simple dream
of you and me
and a life
always climbing
windows and vines
they cleave together
it makes them stronger
none of us seems to open enough for a single life to stun the sir as a flower can alone, fully realized
therefore, we gather, we cling to walls, to grounds, to earth.....
to each other.......
