Sometimes nothing is real
I want to live in the words
Allowing them to encircle me with the tendrils of smoke that has yet to infiltrate my lungs
I want to sleep shrouded in stories
Lullabies of life where liquid green is all it takes for magic to exist
A reality where reality is not a word of significance
A reality where every word is significant
I want to swim in the trees
Carried by new warmth to a cool place of fragrant imperfection.
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tearsofrainposted on 05/13/2008
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Electricity-10
The closet thing to flight- 11
Flight of fireflies- 8
(dragonflies- )
Once upon a time I could breathe- 7
School dances are for lovers- 6
Molehills are made into mountains when it snows in april- 6
My eyes are wide shut and I’ll open them when you open yours- 4
Circumstances and genes- 3
The ocean;s got itself some power- 2
Analyze?- 1
Sometimes nothing is real- 1