Sunday 9 December 2012

two faces mind like a bird free

to be two in one deal flying and grounded. heart beating and it sounds like feathers. my skull her skull. the skull thats left of her, that is all. we have a journey flight or fight. gallop on hard ground toward something. for something. life is fucking beautiful and beautifully fucked up. pick one. pick her and fly forward for one day we will all be but a skull.