the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, May 8, 2011


Originality took the form of faded pastels
And the sun stepped out of the room.
At ease, the air finally shuffled around
As the hotheaded stood up from the ground in dusty plumes.
They were brave enough to save the space for potential in retrospect
And to give the sun the night to realign his self-respect.

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