Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I am in the desire of something to spark my consciousness back to reality.

the snap of gravel under old sneakers

cracked soles and peeling rubber

scratches on the lenses of old sunglasses

secrets in the alcoves of church doors and the alleyway behind the metropolitan.

Sometimes I am consumed

Sometimes I am freed

I wait for a sign and then I will let go


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