Friday, July 14, 2006

Found


Higher I fly, yet still caught within, skimming over the burning pool. How easily it is contained now.
How easily it is ignored.

Following the thread of sapphire as it insinuates itself throughout me, I calm and fade.
Drifting along it's crystalline length, wondering how long it can last. Can it last?

Suddenly, interjection:



Here I am.

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  2. I hate mushrooms. They're slimy! Ick.

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