A VISUAL JOURNAL: Pluck the day when it is ripe, trusting as little as possible to the future.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
I know it'll need to go from good to worse
Living in the past begins the ending first
All I want is a horizon line
Get some clarity following signs
I'll keep on the path that leads up to the clearing
Keep some distance while the words comes in so near and
Then I'll head out to horizon lines
Get some clarity ocean-side
Realize what you know that you know by now that
First light was, last light was alright when
The circle married the line
First light was, last light was alright when
The circle married the line
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