Thursday, September 29, 2011
Grandma
Your story is written in my bones
I will carry you with me
Like a familiar song
I will move with the sound of your love
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
watching
I would like to know who I am
when I'm not watching
So I'll close my eyes and listen to the sound
of stories playing in the black space of my mind
What a strange foreign place
when I'm not watching
So I'll close my eyes and listen to the sound
of stories playing in the black space of my mind
What a strange foreign place
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
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