INHALE.........EXHALE

PAST
PRESENT
black and white
and dedicated to you
as the beads strip down your neck
it begins to pulsate
around and around and around and around
umtil they dizzy with exposure
and its you when i look in the mirror
green trees with adjacent peaks
blowing at you..
and your words are warm
like an early spring day
driving through mountains
when all you look at is fake scenery
and you are high
in a different way that you can not explain
HIGH
breathe it in..
you will only be here once..
as i desecend from the plane
i realize
it may be never again.....


and so you jump


Diaryland