Mass of electronics like an avalanche, invade the world
We are an almost dependent species
Ongoing, endless, limitless amount
But I see one that shines the Brightest
Smooth sliver expanse disrupted, indent of unpredicted dimise
Screen holds memories, remnants of passion
I can dance to the rhythms it holds secretly inside
Fingerprints unique to me grace keys A, B, C
Held in protective wear like it's wrapped in a rainbow
Blackness dimmed to gray, perfection tainted
Dirty between cracks elegantly placed
Beautiful story written in day by day use
Displayed on all sides, inside and out, of my helpful device
No longer one of the masses
Set apart in my touch and in my handling
She thought she might fly...
Her lanky arms were wings which helped her soar
She jumped 10 stories off tall building's edge and landed on her skinny feet
Bright sun
Whoosh!
Wind sliding over skin
almost taste asphalt in mouth almost
scent of fresh grilled hot dogs cooking at street corner stand
New York is the place for jumping off buildings
Lady Liberty is nice company so far above ground
Those feet aren't skinny, they are wide as my Aunt Gertude's ass
There were flowers feasting on sunshine on her way down
everyone thought she was "cray-cray"
They also say that if you follow your heart your dreams will come true!!
Aight. Don't dis! Be easy. That girl got a fresh perspective. She ain't buggin.
She may have been drowning in the sky for all we know
Lyssie loves that girl for showing her hope
She will bring more than hope for those whose ear hear at new pitch
Soft concrete provides strengthened courage... or maybe it is the dense air
All people can fly
Pero es necesario esperar a que el momento adecuado!
The atmosphere will call your name
Trust.
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| From Carla Sonheim Snowball Journals |
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