strange when i think about it

well, that i should write of birds

and flying things

i always tried to avoid it

reminds me of dumb girls and bad poetry

well --- i'm not perfect...



i don't know why it moves me

maybe i'm going to die soon

a secret known only to

know only to not even me



i want to live forever

i fear maybe you don't

i fear that i will lose you

leave me here to carry on alone



that's why i'm not that surprised

that one has broken away

has lifted from the silent earth

and carried me away



hope you have your camera....



a crystalline set of dominoes

except not really crystalline

and sort of dominoe-like

but not really



life is a tall white building

lifting from the silent earth

it's carrying a message

carrying it away



i am only...

i am only