Listening to music coming from the speakers,
Drinking tea.
Writing in pen; (Organic.) Peace.
Just some kind of reality, but
It's so real it hurts.
Serenity that floweth like a river -
Silence creeps in the veins (despite the music).
- yields its flow from a dream unto reality.
It's so real it hurts.
The reality that comes pouring in after drought.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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