i am nothing. i have skin. covering bones. linked for me. i think in spaces i cant measure. no instruments encompass my dreams. just trails. of, things. that dont have words. night time in the moon when its cold. hearing all parts of a song at the same time. being somewhere no one can purposely take me to. what is it about the highest point looking down. what have we - a pure smile. i have nothing. what are these things around me but vapors of the current. i am always - or never. i am sometimes, also. i must not settle.
and - paper snowflakes. friday.
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