Perched on a spindle of cyan thread,
I am but a shrinking pebble in an endless ocean,
stealing the life from your trails to achieve my apotheosis.
I wish to be like you.
Arms outstretched, body of bricks,
I shatter into the frigid sky,
if only this were an eye for an eye,
I for I.
I will follow you into the universe,
and become as pale as stars around us.
My breath before my face turns to nebulae,
and I dot the center of existence.














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ashengrayskies photography and artwork
2010 calenders for sale: [link] & [link]
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Retroactively shifting the status quo.
the problem is we always want to make them known
and that takes their beauty away, their mystery!
i love mysterious things!
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ashengrayskies photography and artwork
2010 calenders for sale: [link] & [link]
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