

a lost friend...all pleasures are the same, all pains are common. shapes hidden. still lines. like when fire and water collide; steam...a lost friend
A pair of eyes that saw everything slid under their heavy lids. these eyes despite all their sympathy, seemed distant, untouchable, as if they represented the fires of heaven. but there is no heat in these eyes, for they are the eyes of the ocean. an ocean which is infinity deep and broad. It ekes and flows as always, consistent and logical, generously washing the days scorched sands of the beach. churning shells and sea foam which it leaves in its crashing wake. always yearning for seafarers to glide upon h
yuzah

hoozahI sat in the hallway, my back against the wallhoozah
And entertained my thoughts among the passers-by
They pass me by like the days do
And I feel the wall pressing in.
I keep looking in the window of the past
To find the answers of the future
But I know it won’t work this time
Still, I hold on to what I’m sure of.
One more day is over
And the night comes on cat feet
Soft rolling thunder purrs
Through the window I broke
Today is of Confu
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milk and honey
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If I knew how to take a good photograph, I'd do it every time.
Robert Doisneau.
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