i want to hold the rain in my hand. i want it to not melt away and run down my arm. I want to kick a pudlle and i want it it hit something, someone- yes i have said it. egos are so big that the one's that hold on to them above there shoulders do not know what a mess they make.
no better than her or him you can not take your words and make them weigh a thousand pounds and believe that you will not crush anyone one with them. I wish i spoke a foreigh tongue of witches so i can lay a curse upon you, not one to destroy you you have done that yourself but one to build you into a better human being or just human. wait i know you walk around thinking that you are already there that is what troubles me and those who know you.
4 comments:
I love this photo!!
Your words are powerful too.
i ran into such a thing just yesterday, and it was so disturbing. your words describe my feelings perfectly, and best of all, help me understand this curious type of person.
Cette photographie ressemble à une scène du très beau film français «Camille Claudel», Giganti déboulonné, l'amour déchu, le noir du jour, dirait-on de même, la faiblesse de l'homme, l'impermanence de sa matière organique, le temps provisoire imparti à chacun, et qui se voit. ET puis il y a encore l'homme qui voit l'homme, cette photographie est un miroir.
you say it as it should be said.
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