Saturday, November 27, 2010
ghosts to life
was looking over endless fields. alone, but not by myself. my mind swirled with mists and kissed snapshots. you were there. you always have been. the you and my mind refuses to walk away. but that you has changed. to help me. to turn its cold sharpness a warm caress once again. almost like a hope. i wonder if i can feel you. if it's the real you. if the capacities of my mind are so strong, so keen. why can't they be. why can't our words slice through time and space. land as emotion, purer than dialect, embodied and beckoning. a translation, a hope. you come to me like a ghost. wrapped in hope and fear. cold and distant. lovely and beautiful. out of reach. uncontrollable. inexplicable. brilliantly adorned in you very best beauty. your mouth never moves but your heart does. i wonder if you've been taken over. your face has aged and the way you move,... your voice. your words. you're new
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not too shabby Eric.. Im working on a crazy political art statement for one of my art classes, and who better to open the doors on terms and views then you huh? Lol.. ive been reading your old shit back in 08 and 09 and it brings me back my friend. Keep it up and I hope you are doing good and life is treating you fairly.
-Lish.
haha well i'm glad i'm still inspiring to you. i read back decently often. it's a very interesting place to go to. i'm doing well. and of course i hope the same for you. make that project bad ass ok?
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