blue eyed song
little by little the memories wash away into rainbow puddles and hesitant poems and every verse about us takes its leave. little by little the rain takes august. the blue tinted skylight cracks and the oceans flood in to bury
distant
when this moment broke in two i kept the fragment close, wrapped up inside the colours of october, lest it gets drained of the magic it holds. while the other fragment has with you been flung across distances that can
Undream (Part 1 of 3)
1. And then one day, people stopped dreaming. It took months for the world to notice; in retrospect, it’s surprising it didn’t take them longer. The first ones to really notice were the kids – the minority not hooked up
The Yoda of Japanese Literature
“A friend to kill time is a friend sublime.” These are all So. Good. http://bit.ly/16vMAvB
