Wednesday, 21 July 2010

seperation.



Some things become so familiar that they lose meaning. Be it places, faces, or traces of events

Being close or far sometimes is the exact same thing.But when does that separation begin and why?

It begins in the heart and mind, and it manifests itself in the look in our eyes and actions.

The buzz of the streets, the congestion of cars, whispers of smiles and gossip, some clothes i've seen someone else wearing, a dog who only pays attention to food, a tv drama with a plot i'm sure i've seen somewhere before.

Yet, the mind is...somewhere else, separated from all the rest.

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Jeff Bridges.

Jeff Bridges.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it

i cat you.

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.