Twenty miles pass us by and this bus still lacks the oxygen to breathe,
And my lungs would hold on for greater distances if need be, for the
Only meters that matter are the ones I gather each day the Sun will
Shine on our blossoming dreams; can you see what I mean, beautiful?
Oh, as I willingly wipe away the dust from the heart on my sleeve,
I try hard not to look directly into your eyes, but the window reveals
Everything that my shyness cannot; like how the hue of blue radiates
Like an open-sky day with reflections of our future painted with clouds:
Will it be full of the everyday memories I have experienced alone? Oh,
I'd be satisfied with swing-set smiles and endless miles along beaches
As we gaze at the tide and wonder how long we have waited for this...
My lungs became empty when you filled my heart with what it needed...
Daniel Haigh
12/10/08















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Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
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A heart at the end of its' tether
Swiftly descending into blame,
Pain lasts only a minute,
Resounds through generations forever;
The aftermath, it spells my name.
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"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason." ~John Cage~
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You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.
-Cheshire Cat
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The patterns in the stars spell out your name. <3
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Reality is just one dream-walk away...
Thank you.
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The patterns in the stars spell out your name. <3
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