Saturday, January 2, 2010

still drying

spiraling decline
struggling to rewind,
with the sound of the screeching tape;
replaying with no sound.
no pictures.
no sound.
no pictures.

echoing vibrations haunt a shallow cavity,
longing to be filled.
only phantoms take the time anymore.
fantastic fantasy.
fluttering like the tail of a kite.
no direction,
no cares,
or so it seems.
maybe it's trying to run away?

1 comment:

omabu said...

you should water color, a lot.

and write, a lot.

and photograph and make videos and draw and..