it blinded us we couldn't see their hands as they waved in frantic passing grace and their traces still blow our minds. As lady time screams the dreams of tomorrows poets and artists we'll be writing our own songs in the promise of forever.oceanside blown by the size of this painting that's silver lined to never die. (insweetmemoryofShannonHoon)
i like how you can still keep a rhythym within the... shapelessness of that. it just runs on and on but when you read it aloud the words just fall into place. brilliant.
