There was nothing she could do about the visions as they came at her on all sides. She could only accept them and the ringing in her ears...
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- I need this...
- slow giants
- Lets not talk of such things...
- 2:37 a.m.
- Evaporate into sound...(I'd like to)
- That's why they call it art...
- This too will vanish
- Standing on the shoulders of giants
- ocean of noise
- Sometimes it doesn't even look like you...
- This isn't about art
- A very detached eye...
- caught here
- this (mostly) secret place
- self absorption studies
- What else is there...
- All I Ever Wanted...
- 6:52a.m.
- Strange arrangements
- She talks to rainbows...
- one of those mornings...
- Interupting all programs...
- Radio Radio...
- these hands...
- "Live for the future, long for the past..."
- New Day Rising...
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3 comments:
You should turn your ipod down you know....lol!!
Beautiful self portrait Megan, and beautiful writing :)
She's a little lost girl in her own little world
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