:: Friday, January 31, 2003 ::

"Asleep in perfect blue buildings beside the green apple sea..." (Counting Crows)

Thoughts are twirling in my head,
Circles of green and blue and diamond light...
Thoughts of baby laughter
Shattering on the stone and stubble
Of parents' calloused hearts...
Thoughts of leaves and grass and sand
And rain like kisses,
Costing the pain only beauty can bring...
Thoughts of tears in so many eyes
That not even too much eyeliner can hide,
And so many men will never know
That stealing youth and confidence and smiles
Kills more than just the girl...
Thoughts of pillows and marshmallows
And the warmth of companionship
That asks no more than the same...
Thoughts of hide-and-seek,
With myself as winner and loser
And coward and conqueror
And then and now and always...
And being enigmatic is a blessing in this world,
Where strange purpose is found
In the very vaguest of words...

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:: Bethany Bassett - 6:08 AM :: + ::