"Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing." -W.S.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Filled
I need something to pour myself
into.
And when I do,
my limbs will fill the empty spaces.
My mind is highly viscous, though
hopefully it will not sink to the bottom.
If it does,
just give me a mix.
With me, the glass will be half
full.
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