the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Req. #

Here's one step into preemptive sun
To dry up my skin and show more wrinkles.
This is the closest I'll get to acting my age,
I'm not getting any taller,
This is the smoothness of my brain.
Call me not the greedy one,
I'm just looking for a challenge.
I'm letting go of shaky ropes,
Unmoored to float if managed.

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