"from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity."
-edvard munch
Sunday, April 12, 2009
ice is rain
i spoke to you today. you may not know it, or may not care to know it, but i did. wouldn't you be surprised to find that this was meant for you? that everything of mine was always meant for you.
heaven knows im miserable now, but in the end, i hope you'll always find a reason to smile.
I would like to feel one with nature some day, to float up into the sky. Sometimes I swear the fields and the forrests are breathing. The wind tells me wonderful tales and when I get the right notion I swear I'm going to follow it.
i'll be taken by sunbeams
so goodbye.
some of the stuff i wrote, some of it's lyrics. either way, hope you enjoy.
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