weary of sunsets
tinged with copper green, left sharp
beneath poisoned clouds
Time was
slipping
away-
seconds
draped
decadently
between her
fingers, hanging
like silver threads,
little beads of dreams
swishing gently across
her hair; as he watched,
she lifted her hands and
left- and time stopped right there
Sparks fly like from
cannons, shooting to the ground,
lifting a flame-lit dream
twelve hundred feet and more-
she’s a white ghost; if you
watch the silence spread until all
you can hear is the
roar of infinity being pulled down
then you’re
nearly there
"What are we?
Star dust, made self aware"
"Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life."
Jas:
I just said a long word
Jas:
That's deep
Chris:
actually two words
Chris:
which is deeper
Chris:
3 feet deep
Chris:
(that's a grave reference)
Chris:
because that was dead funny
