24.01.07
You are fish jumping into the air leaving the thick black surface of the wave below. you reach for the sky but your eyes pull are glued to all that is behind you. you are blind to what lay ahead.I would like to help you but I too have troubles finding which way is up or down. I’m strutting my stuff and stretching my back, lifting my head up up up into the clouds. My expression surprise. And for all the reaching I am sure I’m falling down like rain. fantasmas revelan sus propios mismos. Y hay tuneles y troncas de arboles tan altas que no puedo ver sus ramas arriba arriba. I’m coming. Really. I’m almost there.
posted by la kara @ 16:33
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