Esperanza (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} topnauchfarce) wrote,@ 2007-06-24 01:16:00 |
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| Current mood: |  because my hands are dry |
| Current music: | Feist -- 1234 |
Open Eyes
you look at the stars,
open your eyes and your heart to the nebulous world,
sending out messages like a whispering song,
into the cosmic void, that's been there all along.
No boundaries set afar to limit the escape,
just the journey through time
and the vast distance between the soul
and the love you thought you were uncapable of giving.
And nothing else matters but that substance that's filled the empty space,
taking the place of an unrested mind.
Letting go becomes habit, a skill as natural as breathing.
Encompassed in each minute a shooting star passes by
is the legend of hope when you were ready to die.
