balancing inspiration from a blustery past as the wind blew me near where my heart lay dead last.
and what's to be different than just sinking fast when the ship's going down with a broken mast.
and that wind keeps a blowin' and the sky looks so vast. yet this present moment could be bronzed or glassed.
just these simple moments in an adventuresome life.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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