the inside tundra

the inside tundra

rough and tumble

with strength and rigor i endevour to restore myself. like a dancer i ache to soar as well as slide across the floor. when i dance i can feel in tune. through this writing i hope to reach my flow so i can dance with vigor like i use to. that muscel memory is slowly waking as i let my sorrow thaw.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Sad Poems: Merchants

Sad Poems: Merchants             i wish i could craft images like this

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