foibles
i know thy thoughts
beyond such eyes can see
where the heart would.
trained
to spot quivers
and slips
walls
invisible yet are
felt
with a thud
muffled replies
on crevices torn
shut
stinky ideas
ramblings of the conscious and the unconscious, the venue for the creative spirit to unleash it's perfume, liked or not...
Saturday, January 21, 2006
About Me
- Name: M
loves chocolates. single. passionate about writing, singing, dancing, the arts! voracious reader. gets giddy with babies, rabbits, cartoons, fluffy stuffed anything. pilosopo. hopeless romantic. tight-rope walker (likes roller coasters and scary rides). likes getting scared by horror/suspense movies. gets sentimental when it rains (even when it's not). graduate student now. gaiman fanatic!
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there are wolves in the walls, hush.
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