Like a shooting star.
I drifted further and farther away. To where it- whatever that is! Whatever that is, goes blurry...so blurry, so that the blurriness is moving, pulsating, as if to say, ‘I could be anything, I could mean anything.’
Like a star.
But.
When everything is possible, nothing is plausible.
It is a paradox. Oh but a paradox!
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 3:37 AM UTC
Like a shooting star.
I drifted further and farther away. To where it- whatever that is! Whatever that is, goes blurry...so blurry, so that the blurriness is moving, pulsating, as if to say, ‘I could be anything, I could mean anything.’
Like a star.
But.
When everything is possible, nothing is plausible.
It is a paradox. Oh but a paradox!