Days that come and go make me wonder. Honking cars, the crowd, blistering sun, people's nonsensical talking, the piles of work, insufficient time, my overflowing wants. Where can I go to fit everything in, to take everything in? I want to wear those cinderella glass heels, I want to run away in them, far and gone without worries. They are my transporter to the next phase, the escape from reality into bliss. They support my stand in precarious times like this. Take me away so that we can get lost once again. And, don't break under the weight, because all I have now is my perseverance and you, my little glass heels.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Escape from reality
Days that come and go make me wonder. Honking cars, the crowd, blistering sun, people's nonsensical talking, the piles of work, insufficient time, my overflowing wants. Where can I go to fit everything in, to take everything in? I want to wear those cinderella glass heels, I want to run away in them, far and gone without worries. They are my transporter to the next phase, the escape from reality into bliss. They support my stand in precarious times like this. Take me away so that we can get lost once again. And, don't break under the weight, because all I have now is my perseverance and you, my little glass heels.
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