Thursday, 17 March 2011

fly on the wing of time.



Lately,words hardly come out of my mouth.Silence is not my key,yet it is the best selection right now.I drink more coffee,spend more nighttime reading some favourite pieces of writings,listen to some rare music that people no longer have interests in.I let my imagination fly away and touch a further sky.Actually,the sky is dark,yet i still let it fly.
Imagination,fly.
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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.