I wait for the dream
that will rip asunder
the sky of night. I
wait for the moment
that holds all moments
to be and all moments
that have been. I wait
for the poem that will
be the last words ever
said by anyone. And
forever will come and
go, the impossible will
come to pass every hour,
and desire will cease
to be: when simply to
wait makes everything
in the world happen.
T.R
12:24am sunday, 2nd june
very cool:)
i LOVE the way you write;)
#sewa"
12:29am sunday, 2nd june
humm... i like your poem. it's nice, makes me think...youre so right....P.S do you have any brothers or sisters?
Stand
1:00am sunday, 2nd june
Just one younger brother.
#sewa"
1:57pm sunday, 2nd june
I've heard that schizophrenia runs in the family, is he schizphrenic too? how many years younger than you?;)
YOU RULE, STAND!!
Stand
1:35am monday, 3rd june
2 years younger and no, he's fine. Never been diagnosed.
T.R
#sewa"
Stand
#sewa"