Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Q: fanboys? hutch? doppelganger?
A: fanboys of what? what is hutch? doppelgangers are cool you can blame them for everything :)
I may not have seen that little person in an SUV smoking a cig, but I’m a few steps closer to crossing off everything on the ol’ bucket list.
THIS IS THE BEST!!! MAN GOD BLESS YOU TIFFANY. Obviously you need to include a picture or did you?
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most fail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose
or if you wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands