shadow and light
fight each other to form shape
light hits my eyes
and is translated to chemicals that with lightning flight
travel to my brain
where it forms into an idea
of beauty
it becomes the foundation of a dream
that try as I might
I can't shake
Hmm... at first, I titled this thing "distorted" because I wanted to write something based on tonight's episode of House. This artist had a thing where he couldn't see things properly and images were distorted in his mind, but as I kept writing, I didn't feel like it was heading in that direction. Oh well, this is just as good I guess. Peace out. Oh yeah, went for a run today and it was my crappiest run in like a month... no legs. Aiya. Peace out again.
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