a walk on a thin blue line

teetering back and forth between decison and the choice to say [fuck it].

and i've never felt so lost but hopeful.

March 1, 2011 at 10:16pm
Home

the
sky
was
can dy lu
minous
edible
spry
pinks shy
lemons
greens coo l choc
olate
s.

un der,
a lo
co
mo
tive s pout
ing
vi
o
lets

— the sky was - by e.e. cummings

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