Equatorial Scale 1:32,000,000 Van Der Grinten Projection
Monday, May 29, 2006
Mostly I spend my time letting the days run out of me. Everything is still moving in it is continuous cycles, and the night comes and the mornings come and it’s all the same. Everything is the same.
My breath is shallow, I long for a heaving chest, sun on my burned skin and my body rushing through the air.
Close my eyes, pat them closed, leave flowers on them, leave me on the sand, just the sound of the ocean.
Hands gesturing and sparkling, silk and fine beads laced through my fingers.
I miss vegetables.
My breath is shallow, I long for a heaving chest, sun on my burned skin and my body rushing through the air.
Close my eyes, pat them closed, leave flowers on them, leave me on the sand, just the sound of the ocean.
Hands gesturing and sparkling, silk and fine beads laced through my fingers.
I miss vegetables.
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