July 1, 2008
Current theme: Lighter Than Air
As my eyes grow clear
I see through forgotten hopes
Now just rust fragments
Falling away now
The skin regrowing itself
From a chrysalis
As my eyes grow clear
I see through forgotten hopes
Now just rust fragments
Falling away now
The skin regrowing itself
From a chrysalis
posted by Ink and Stone | 10:02 AM
1 Comments:
A caterpillar.
That is what you are, correct?
A butterfly, soon ...
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