Thursday, February 28, 2008

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Every now and then
I think of them
My eternal friends
My numerous windows
To my own thoughts.
I play with them
Like I would with Lego blocks,
Sometimes making sensible forms
Sometimes just meaningless ones,
Calling them abstract
Or better yet, Verses.
Little letters
That join in a necklace
Of words.
Words - my playthings,
My friends,
My means to escape
From the mad rush

Of Being myself.

1 comment:

  1. well written! You do have good friends.

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