Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The Metal Starts To Twist
I'm lost and looking for the sky, for moving parts and a place that doesn't rust. For wheels that burn and a world that turns. For a road that phantom cars still drive down while lovers long lost feel wind that's blown too long in silver hair. You are the only map I know.
Written by Me at 10:03 PM
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wow, i'm speechless
i won't mind getting lost with you...
"the words are beautiful.. thanks!"
this was incredibly beautiful.
thank you <3
"you are my map" i'll try saying this to somebody it sounds nice :)
This is breathtaking...I want to memorize it so I can carry it with me all of the time.
Omg, beautifully written & exactly what I need now. Thanks Iain, you're awesome
I adore the way you use language. You write beautifully. Thank you for that.
Also ironic in a sense because I had my first driving lesson today :)
It feels like I am constantly at a Crossroads in my life.
I stop. Look left. Look right. Look left again. Move on.
Oscar Wilde - “A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth glancing at.”
This is the first time I've felt like you are, in fact, writing this for me. thank you so much.
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