I am holding him and in that
moment we are no longer in this crowd of people
I build a cave for us to swim into and that cave
is as dark as the night is in me
I am holding his hand as we move silently and
smoothly through the water.
I know what it is a matter of the
blind leading the blind. A few stones
on the wall glisten
perhaps reflecting the light that emanates
from his eyes
and we mistake them for stars.
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
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Now I am in pieces.
not in pieces, but in chunks
someone are steeling your work..
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