An on-going collection of poems and musings as written on every surafce I can find- my phone, napkins, notebooks, sheet music, or even my hand; thus, they become my Rice Paper.
Monday, December 7, 2009
A Returning
One person can seem the world, but when the world turns away and the sky deep grey, the sun and all it's stars are waiting to greet you with open arms;
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