Tuesday, January 3, 2012

the ghost swims in a sea of oddities and delightful confusion. she throws caution to the wind, abandoning her level head and common sense. on paper it doesn't make any sense, but hearts aren't made of paper.

and thank god for that.

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

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