Sunday, March 4, 2012

Bug guts.

I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave.

Once I swatted at a bug and accidentally crushed it between my fingers;
My other hand was tied and I couldn't get it off, so I had to just sit there looking with horror at the consequences of my action.

Sometimes I feel like I still have that bug goop on me and there is nothing I can do about it.

If you just hold tight.
If you don't fight.
Oh, in the daylight;
stay, reside.

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