Friday, December 10, 2010

Ice cream

We're here, the heart of despair.
Come out art, I see you're hiding there.
I don't have the key to open that lock.
To make the floors move,
to make the walls talk.
Everything is going fine...
Surprise surprise.
Open your eyes.
Taste the bitter light of day.
I hope you didn't think
this would go away.
You will have to face yourself eventually.
You can't live on ice cream forever.

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