imagine there's no heaven. it's easy if you try. no hell below us. above us only sky.

Friday, January 1, 2010

titles.

i: rest.
with this is motion blur
you'd stay in each frame
each one,
trails to the beginning
of our first night
our hour.
minute.
second chance.

ii: developed,
it came to be.
the world.
when i was little
i remembered the time.
it wasn't 3:19.
i was happy.

iii: slumber
i left this all on the shelf.
who would of thought i'd look at this again.
years of dust, collected on digital calligraphy.
blowing it off, wouldn't only be the time to remember,
but also the time i ruined my dust collection.
as i read this, over and over,
i can't think of anything else that has made more of an impact on my life.
wether it be good or bad, i was able to feel.
i'll just put you back where you belong.
maybe i will be able to have the honor of blowing off the years i forgot once again.
our first night.
rest.

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