taste the moment.

[zarlon]

[circa december28th-2001]

Reposting just to reminisce..

fingers wrapping around nerves, pathways to other dimensions;
we open the door;without stepping in.
it seems the light shining from across the river, could only be meant for me
but do our eyes tell what they really see?
take a closer look, we'll walk across the bridge,
and smell the flowers along the way;thorns;sharp, in arms not meant to bleed,
and somehow,
it's all i need;to rip a flower apart, petal by petal.