By: Aaron Endré
I have always wanted
to dance through fields of
amber wheat and let the soft
fronds caress me.
I would invent constellations
from gingerbread crumbs
in vats of cream, the
familiarity of it would comfort me.
I would swim in misty pools
and get lost, lose control,
and drown.
I want the glory, bastard adventurer.
wonderful…
Posted by eibee | August 19, 2009, 12:54 pm