By September 27, 2009
Four plastic pieces intertwined and melted together with mechanical complications and slow
Moving sand
Which reflects somethings, sometimes.
Tonight it is blacks and blues and oranges dancing between the moving leaves of the trees
Covered in orbs of water
Reflecting the world around it.
October 2, 2009
I hear a faint hum of the rain falling on my attic ceiling.
So faint, so right.
It calls to me,
“Come, let us be one in the romanticised thoughts of your mind.
Come, let us be one.”
It trickles, comes and goes.
It calms the soul
but also creates a rhythem of bliss
to tap my fingers on the wall to.
All is right in this cozy, attic bedroom.
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