an [almost] daily mess of thoughts, observations, and nonsense.
Friday, November 4, 2011
carousel horse.
i am falling asleep,
singing lullabies to myself.
the sky is falling,
and mother is here to hold me.
soon all will reset.
balance will rest on my fingertips.
but for now, the sky is falling,
and myself i sing to sleep.
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