Saturday, 24 October 2009
Welcome to Life
Life cannot be written about.
Words cut and cleave, chop and kill.
Now, there is only the mist falling over trees, the music on the radio,
the tingle of my fingers, my dry coffee mouth...
This is Life.
Always here, always new, always free.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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