Thursday, August 17, 2006

That Colorful State

Just when you think you are strong, you remember you're weak.
Just when you think the light is brighter, a cloud covers the sun.

The casualty takes on the guise of a butterfly.

And flies around with its painted smile.

Untouched by reality, untouched by the movement of time.
Just taking precautions that nobody hears us leave.

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