Poems from 17DayDreams
fluttering, flying,
the way it's supposed to be -- feeling alive...
the mirror was an illusion,
the silence was the truth.
so many illusions fill the air,
hang down on our shoulders,
shine in our eyes.
too...
If maybe I know who I am,
couldn't the lyrics just be me?
a sort of way of weaving me in and out
together in space?
can I just say that...