the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Only Familiar

This is embrace is something
I can't wrap my mind around,
The distance seems bigger
After being far away,
After nothing much to say
The charge is stretched and dissipates,
Things don't hold and float away.
This is the static of progression,
An interference called regression.
We're all just visiting,
We're all growing up,
Shooting for the moon
Happening too soon.

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