Wednesday, December 22. 2010
This is killing me, too
With her alone, the lyrics of a completely different song, "Killing Me Softly", makes real sense to me. She is the one. If there is anybody. She is indeed killing me softly with every move or scream or with her mimic, her body. I am dying over and over again. And her voice makes me live again.
Experience. You just can't teach it.
To Love Somebody
Summertime
Experience. You just can't teach it.
To Love Somebody
Summertime
a state of something
being flowered by your presence
leaving purposes behind
falling upwards through the ceiling
clinging reckless to my mind
sensing danger in duration
trying helplessly to find
what was missing in the first place
staying wholly undefined
© 2010
leaving purposes behind
falling upwards through the ceiling
clinging reckless to my mind
sensing danger in duration
trying helplessly to find
what was missing in the first place
staying wholly undefined
© 2010
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