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I looked at you from outside the window

of your large grey house

for me, it was nothing more than

finding you in your own cold mind

I stood there, waiting, 

numb feet and salty hair

and mem'ries of good o'l days,

pirouetting away

the way the sky

changes colors from dusk to dawn

reminds me of a love

I have always known

(have only known)

your world, your labyrinth,

your pain

i want to take

them all together

as your eyes contain the storm,

i want to take you all together

and now I'm standing here, waiting

numb feet and salty hair

looking at you from outside the window

while the sky changes colors --

from dusk to dawn

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Magpie Tales: Mag 119

2nd & 3rd picture here.

p.s. but I only want to be a poem...

This weekend consisted of three things: grandma, the crescent, and the sea. 9 hours of road trip, and three days away from home seems like the easiest way to loosen up. It was like a rebirth, maybe it really was.

My days have traveled on and now I'm lost in reveries (it's not really a bad feeling).

Hello dreamers, drifters, and stardust collectors. How was your day? Did you like my new header? Hehe! I am the cat, I'm an animagus.

♥ haze