Epiphanies and Katastrophes
Musings, ramblings and creations from my hands to your eyes.
Monday, August 5, 2013
at the bottom of the ocean...
There are days that I feel like an octopus
8 limbs with nothing to hold on to
Haunted by the last thing I touched
and spitting out words like ink, defensively.
I have 8 arms to hold you, but they don't reach that far...
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