Those clouds are dark!
But they're yet to come
Your hand on heart
Your screaming next to some
Ow run ow run ow none
Ow no one
Gal angel, hark!
But they're yet to shun
Their hand on heart
He's dreaming when it comes
Ow run ow run ow none
Ow no one
- Sleeps
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Between Moments
He found love between the moments.
Which was difficult around people, especially those contantly rushing to the next. Not that we could sit still for very long, infact it was quite rare he did. He'd never rush moments but sure never settled for a minimal amount. For years he laughed of the comments of place and space. Never felt the need to justify since he never saw insight came with the prompted way of engagement. But between moments were lonely as no one ever ventured there. He wasn't sure whether he needed to search or to invite...
- Sleeps
Which was difficult around people, especially those contantly rushing to the next. Not that we could sit still for very long, infact it was quite rare he did. He'd never rush moments but sure never settled for a minimal amount. For years he laughed of the comments of place and space. Never felt the need to justify since he never saw insight came with the prompted way of engagement. But between moments were lonely as no one ever ventured there. He wasn't sure whether he needed to search or to invite...
- Sleeps
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