11 September 2005

[polaroid]
drawn through the eyes of an old faded picture
wrapped in the gown of a stale wooden dream
i think that i saw -somewhere high above greenland
a reflection of someone quite alien to me
the thousands of roads ive been told would be open
to me
all of them blocked, successfuly -im in
quarentine!-
and im getting quite dizzy
from this constantly spinning
around & around & around & around...