Thursday, December 17, 2009
Chlorosis (Love Sick)
Innocence, like the trunk of a car where my error is looking backwards while I'm being propelled further into what ought to be the right direction I just haven't turned around yet and recognized trajectory or time. I know what love can do I know that my body can begin to grow too large for last years clothes. In other people's faces I see the possibility of error and the ability to succeed and I see what I have done or could have done and will do just by the lines around their mouths and I am opening steadily, expanding at the right moment.