Friday, March 29, 2013

Between blinks

The Toto of Wordland was sitting at a window being driven down through alleys pinning down words on the speeding away trees, on electric poles,on long wavy lines joining them filling the puzzle, words which some times flew away with the wind, while Toto recreated them behind his glasses, which you could probably see if you looked deep into his eyes. There was Toto's half spirit wandering in a far way Otherland making him live another existence and letting him know that he exists for she too breathes into him.

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