It's the thin line between reality and fantasy.
It's the thin line between sanity and madness.
It's the crazy things that make us think, laugh and scream in the dark.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Pop!
Helium balloon Rises free in the sky Playing in the wind I watch it fly by A fragile thing It bursts in a flash Collapsed into a piece of plastic trash There’s nothing so sharp As a well chosen word I think golden silence Is by far preferred
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