There is a little dove who comes to my windowsill every evening to sleep. And through out the day, he sits perched on a nearby roof, or my balcony balustrade. He doesn't seem to hunt, he doesn't seem to have any bird friends...he just sits there contemplating, blinking at the Florida sun.
Ash noticed he has a little tag on his leg that reads '07. I wonder if he's lost...or some kind of recluse. Or maybe his family left him because of some strange illness and he is recuperating. Or....maybe he's a spy!!!!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
My Pocket Person
You're my pocket person- with me everywhere I go, silently witnessing everything I do. Not my shadow for you have a mind of your own, not my imagination for you definitely there- but a wispy entity. Not just an addition but not completely separate either.
The world might not see you but I feel your presence stronger than ever. Like we are parts of a whole but yet i know you are you and I am me. You make me feel so much more, you're so within me...yet there is so much about you I don't know.
You will soon want to break free...but I know you will be forever drawn to me as I am to you.
My little pocket person
The world might not see you but I feel your presence stronger than ever. Like we are parts of a whole but yet i know you are you and I am me. You make me feel so much more, you're so within me...yet there is so much about you I don't know.
You will soon want to break free...but I know you will be forever drawn to me as I am to you.
My little pocket person
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