It's an experiment. Life.
Just drop in this potion were concocting
All the sands fall through the curved glass
Descending to their temporary destination.
Aging takes on a shape of sunshine
Remaining bright until we finally fizzle out.
No illusions of the permanent.
Just a small feeling of comfort. Home.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Time for Comfort (Trading)
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