Sunday, July 30, 2006

I believe I have developed somewhat of an addiction for telephone poles :)

how unimportant is this moment of my sadness
compared to billion years of its existance

how sad is this torn piece of paper on which I place my healing words

yet how much it hurts this being of mine
that took billions of years of (un)godly creation

beauty of mistake i feel these days: stripped, left aside, no longer tasting or colorfull