we hover. points of light frozen in time. points of the universal consciousness embodied. from the moment we congeal, become substance, we are longing to rejoin the cosmic flow.
ghost
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
1 comment:
ok. i like this.
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