Sunday, April 18, 2010

Eyes Are Time Machines pt.2 - And I Ask Myself...

Mogwai - Cody

  As I sit on the edge of my bed and wipe the crust from my eyes I notice marks on my wall.

  "Broken tide desert cracked time lapse minimal drop."

  I look for a glass of water on my nightstand and settle for a half cigarette sitting in a sombrero ashtray that I have never seen before.
  The wall's story goes on...

  "Same drop went ever still breathless bound.
  Reverence found in silence."

  I light my breakfast and watch my fingers run like ivy over the graffiti eating my bedroom wall - it's mascara.
What do these walls know that I don't?

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