Shining threads

Shining threads

Monday, 25 July 2011

Kissing the ground

My feet kiss the ground as I remember what I've found, in the past and the past and the past as it seems today.

Somewhere I seem to be - like a fish out of the sea - and my memory is crumbling like an avalanche of snow falling away - to reveal myself to all who could not see.

No comments:

Post a Comment