• 7 April 2008

    Beautiful books become flat and itching when it comes to include them in an essay;
    I wish i was free
    I wish it so much it makes me want to start again -


    I've got a toe in my hand and like she did, as I read once,
    I mentally jump from the window and feel my eyes getting cold until
    I jump again, feel the ground be closer and closer until
    I jump again, and feel my legs useless until
    I stop and repeat, again.

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