into the windMy gaze flows down him like milk into a kitten's dish And skin ripples under grazing fingertips His profile cloudy in the cotton, our boundaries blurring A minute hand moves without time transpiringinto the wind
And we bypass the world while sitting still My eyes on his eyes My skin on his skin He falls into me
Raindrops into a lake
EchoWhat melody lies in this dissonance? We are all naive beings Striving for a child in this barren womb, A heartbeat in this stone. Who will be here to marvel at your pyramid? Your body of wax, Sculpted and starved, Now has melted. Who will be here to watch Our concrete jungles and glass canopies Crumble? Nothing to make these hollowed outEcho
Buildings echo, Or sweep the dust from philosophical discoveries Man's monumental accomplishments left to decay Billion-dollar satellites left floating in the abysmal black Of space That we have become a par
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raphael does photography, too!
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"I am always doing things I can't do: that's how I get to do them." -Pablo Picasso
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you were the fire in my eyes,
but i wanted to put you out.
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"You impersonate a person better than a zombie should."
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PHOTOS. STOCK.
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Music gives nameless nourishment to our emotions and memories
[ Jean Cocteau ]
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