Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Is it the streets? or perhaps its electricity, sophisticated machines and their secret activities.. My proximity to all these things is as close as my own skin. I cry sometimes when I'm not free, until I realize I'm under the sea and all it takes is a trip up the surface for that breath of air. and I'm free to swim again.

Thank you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That Moog bubbles up, takes it to an unclenching of the chest as sorrow cries below.

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