Letters To A Clown...

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

past the trees

current actions make my heart beat quicken. in it for nothing then not in it at all. now my brain runs off into another direction just past the trees. i will never catch up as long as my heart feels like this.  one simple sound. a simple sound will make me sigh and the blood rush back to me. 

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