My eyes switching gazes from right to left pupil. Her words hover in thin air for a moment in the space between retinas. I'm losing my breath. So I write like read and tell. Forever echoing in the ears of the listener, penetrating thoughts, clouding the brain. An idea to entertain, remember and maintain.
The negatives, the outcomes, the results, the roots, the stories, the endings, the beginnings, the alterations, the alternations, the provocations, the imagination, the first, and the final destination.
She is the sound, the music we each hear through our ears, she is when the storm ends: the sky naked, clear.
She takes less than a second to smile in the moment. Unknown to Being my inspiration's main component.
Constantly unaware of the silver on her shadow's lining.
As bright as the midnight sun stays shining.
Perfect timing.
iii.xvii.xii
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC
My eyes switching gazes from right to left pupil. Her words hover in thin air for a moment in the space between retinas. I'm losing my breath. So I write like read and tell. Forever echoing in the ears of the listener, penetrating thoughts, clouding the brain. An idea to entertain, remember and maintain.
The negatives, the outcomes, the results, the roots, the stories, the endings, the beginnings, the alterations, the alternations, the provocations, the imagination, the first, and the final destination.
She is the sound, the music we each hear through our ears, she is when the storm ends: the sky naked, clear.
She takes less than a second to smile in the moment. Unknown to Being my inspiration's main component.
Constantly unaware of the silver on her shadow's lining.
As bright as the midnight sun stays shining.
Perfect timing.
iii.xvii.xii
Copyright © Jimena Zavaleta 2012
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