Thursday, March 31, 2011


Everything gets me back to where I was
But it never looks the same

My shoes feel smaller,
I grow taller,
But when I look in the mirror it’s the same smile peering back at me

Today is my day; as all days are
Because there are no days

What am I thinking? Is it what I want the world to be?

I can create anything.
Everything sits in my palm;
Deep in my stomach my energy pulses begging to mix with my surroundings

Life is play.
Round and round-
Breaking away from the circles

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