I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Friday, May 21, 2010
Cat Blogging Friday
Cats and sunshine. Go figure.
About time for my manuscript to be critiqued. Woohoo! Also, not itching so much anymore, which is a good thing. I think this break may have been worth it or more than just the help with the writing.
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