"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Thursday, November 12, 2009


You will always be my friend, right?
I cannot hug you
but you listen to my secrets
You do not respond
but I know you are listening
You are always changing
but always there
I see what I want to see
and I say what I want to say
and everything is okay
because you are always there.
Just the wisps of a thought
falling from the sky
catching the light with an invisible, selfish net
greeting me in the morning and staying around to
say goodnight
Taking a summer vacation
but coming back in time to see me off to my first day of school.
Beautiful, light, high-in-the-sky

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