lonely wading through the destruction of space

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

cosmic collarbones

I'm waking up every morning with bones that scream for a change.

december crumbled away the outermost shell.llehs tsomretuo eht yawa delbmurc rebmeced


electric eclipses
sleepless stars
crushed cosmos
suspended spheres
listless lifeforms
nostalgic neurons
unbefriended universe
awed astronaut

a story in alliteration? thoughts strung on a lonely line of stars out in the galaxy



fact one: I don't make sense.

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