these are the moments
it's said. the quiet
the grass, the dirt, beneath
me.
the breeze a touch cold
these are the seconds the
transient frame-by-frame
animations slowed
a thousand fold.
Everyone is connected
I swear life is a game
of limbo of
cat's cradle. I swear
these are the
pauses
the breaks the
breaths in between.
all the chains:
these chords, these connections, these links
curled around our ankles.
I swear.
these are the moments
i'm alone.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
these are the moments
it's said. the quiet
the grass, the dirt, beneath
me.
the breeze a touch cold
these are the seconds the
transient frame-by-frame
animations slowed
a thousand fold.
Everyone is connected
I swear life is a game
of limbo of
cat's cradle. I swear
these are the
pauses
the breaks the
breaths in between.
all the chains:
these chords, these connections, these links
curled around our ankles.
I swear.
these are the moments
i'm alone.
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