You say "weeping" as if the sadness people once felt were something other than sadness or what we feel today.
I think you are being dangerous, not to mention silly: it was never beautiful to be sad, or captured. You've been lying to me and I let you. The butterfly sat on a wet old sock in the park and wouldn't leave! He was periwinkle blue, like a stone: he could have done anything. And tomorrow, maybe you will realise that I am not him. That you are. -Tay --------------------------------------------------- http://www.tayarrowsherman.com/ http://www.olio-academy.com/ --------------------------------------------------- _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [email protected] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
