the soul, is what we likened to.
its flight to the moon and back again
and its pit stops in pink pastures and
stuffy autos on martian philadelphia.
and the heart, is what we avoided.
awkward look-aways in the craters
a thousand confirmations in the savanna grass
and in the car, which passed.
so the trip was short.
back on earth,
i don't remember anything except
that i swear it happened.
that wasn't supposed to make any sense to you; it was just for my own reflection. cryptic messages, let's go. anyways, i started this joint private blog with a friend of mine, where we record every single day and all of our feelings and etc. it's wonderful. but that means i'm ditching this blog for the infinitieth time. heh.
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