obsolete (ex_obsolete385) wrote in 100_words, @ 2006-01-30 20:58:00 |
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Current mood: | contemplative |
Current music: | dead can dance... severance |
Forever this winter is holding still the days that could complete the mess we are so eager to continue creating. In and around the words we stumble over I find the concept of you and I so much more concrete than our breathing would ever imply. Yet second by second the possibilities are lost on me as I continually turn the wrong corners to find you ten stories above my best guess. Someday we’ll find our solid ground between the stars and your beating heart. Someday all the right places are going to be where we find our steps leading.