Page remains
Monday 2 November 2009
A handful of moments when you and I were here. Oh, really, were we. What is left got me saddened; that worked so well on paper, yet never passed your doors.
You asked why I'd sit on the floor.
Reaching out for a higher level of consciousness you must give up some comfort.
Or I enjoyed the point of view. Pretty, view.
You asked why I'd sit on the floor.
Reaching out for a higher level of consciousness you must give up some comfort.
Or I enjoyed the point of view. Pretty, view.
