Monday, May 31, 2010

Monday holiday comes bearing gifts, like cats and creatures and slow alarms, in slow life

I wish I was in love.
This music would mean more if I was.
This panic building up with my espresso crema would be more painful.
I would go walking for the search and the pity
I would find pear seeds and everything would be a symbol
because I thought I was in love.
and then I would wake,
bake, or
shake, of freedom
freedom I never wished for in this box.

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