Saturday, May 23, 2009

Around nothing.

I guess we should know the limits of the world. But limits do not exist. There are moments I find myself not breathing at all. They called it death and surrounded me with sleep. When you said that life can't be what you want and I really want everything. When I pray. When I believe. If you didn't know all the moments when I lose my own, I would tell the world that I'm catching flies by you, speaking to you and breaking all my heart. This house is dead. The sound is falling. Further into the vast. When the pictures are moving between all of our memories, we aren’t dead in time… And we shouldn’t forever be.

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