the city breaths and lights up your eyes as you drift through the streets and stop at all the signs that tell you where to go but you ignore them just to say hello and pass until you find the place you need to be but you've not found it yet so you keep drifting and drifting and drifting and drifting
Monday, February 16, 2009
February 15th, 2009
Poem by bamboo boy at 5:03 PM
Labels: dreams, life, photography, poem
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