Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Like a fish, don't tap on the glass because I am vulnerable. Behind rippled steel I see the world but it is blurred. Floundering around in the dark, staring forlornly into a world beyond my depth, a language beyond my native tongue. My fin opens wide and i reach for you and you grab hold. For that moment we are of the same ocean~

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