Sunday, March 14, 2010

And the Walls All Fell

Sleepwalking for too many hours.
Shaking hands in a tremble of scarcity.
Only walking to be lifted above by
familiar faces.
Small rooms, large laughs for a night.
Wind for another day I guess.
To think of a summer spent like so,
it would be too much to look out the
Hope is a boundary.
Merely a boundary that should be broken.
We will wake up soon.
Or maybe,
it is just me.

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