Friday, August 17, 2012

I don't have two lives, this is one life - Anne Leibovitz


Lost in translation between thought and pen describing inspiration as a legend to a map that is as pretty as a picture. 
Cryptic mirages of a glossy forest, I have not found my way through their verbal jungle.

A delicious tease, and run-on:
Free of gravity, soaking in the stillness of echoes as water cloaks the skins' openings covering the portals between the external and internal world - the sensation of being a part of something else and a heart beating to a current directed by something else is the heat.

July 2012
{a.currie}
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