| .sparkle.girl. -june 2001- you're my truckstop mexico; my deep energy reserve roadtrip lockpick you always leave me lost you're my substitute saviour; dancing on the tabletops shouting the unspoken truths of teenage journal keepers moving around on my middle finger, my living ring of fire, your crown of broken promises sits askew. a halo hook of feathers at the top of your head screaming and dancing you unstoppable acetylene angel. if you set the world on fire; everything would look just the same and if i lost enough blood to make the porcelain purple the sun would still rise and the moon would still set; and when we find that our dreams are scattered fleks of glass at an accident intersection nothing, no nothing, will have changed. we'll still be alone, gazing at eachother across frozen distance. you'll still be the constellation and i'll still be the ocean and we'll still see this beautiful sky as it was meant to be seen. .inverted. *me .back. |