Dec 4, 2014

Silent Whisper

Before long  field of tall grass, with wild moon overhead. A heart that tramples through the moonlight, while thousands of crickets make you smile. You do not know what is on the end of the field in the forest and  when gentle and warm rain will stop. Just dreaming  about lips that will kiss you and eyes that will love you.
You are hungry for the world  and the world is hungry for you. Uncertainty is sweet like blood.
I'll never be young again.

5 comments:

  1. Not only are we old, but the fucking crickets are eating the hay.

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    1. Everybody has to eat. At least crickets have the purpose, unlike Kardashians.

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    2. You would not eat a Kardashian? Likely not crunchy like crickets!

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  2. Youth is wasted on the young.

    I plan on being more childlike in the coming years. I'll let you know how it turns out.

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    1. It is the only way to be. Being too serious is for idiots.

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