Saturday, January 31, 2009


there is a feather.
this feather is not hope.
it is not love.
not defeat.

it is just a feather.
it fell off your back.

and i love it.
because it was yours.

1 comment:

an alliterative alias said...

hm, just saw this today.

I dreamed of you last night.

I am leaving los angeles today.

I'm going back east and making a new me.

I'm not mad at you anymore, I understand a lot of things now.

I just miss you a bit.

see you in portland when we are both new again.

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chasing an inevitable end with no distinct date. what do we really know.