Saturday, 29 January 2011
afluxior
i want to do great things and expect nothing in return. i really fucking do. i have tried, and i do, and i don't. i write this down, because words for me have always stood strong, to the extent that i wouldn't speak. or, they take guilt and flight.
i am in the flux, my feet unstuck the mud, testing my pages in the water.
i need the guilt, i need the flight!
i need the guilt, i need the flight.
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