Anything But Ordinary, Please.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I feel wrong.
Like my black boots no longer able to be held together by duct tape,
my sense of continuity is dead.
The world whirls around,
as does my spinning opinion of the world's whirling.
I'm dizzy,
and fall down in new shoes.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment