Friday, 31 July 2009

the way-out

Remember the way it felt -- standing still -- with the loud, garish world rushing past you; the ground moving beneath your feet. And remember how it felt to be alone there. Because when you leave the familiar babble will fade, and even your own silence will cease to sound the same.

the ripples

Tread on light feet
Touch with gentle hands
Know that
Everything you are and do
Ripples into something new

the space inbetween

But you were too far away to see the lights dancing on my retina. And when you were close enough, the music stopped.