Curliques, Quotes and Bits of String
Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
That place between dreaming and wide awake.
Where my voice won't tire from laughing.
Where silence is unpunctuated.
Where every bit of me is penetrated by light and reflected back to the open sky.
You take me there every time.
thought out loud by
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