 |             andreimarincas: If all the world were but a room / and I an inmate in it, / I should sleep day and night and watch the fan / tracing circles on the wall. // If my room were all the world / and I could stay inside it always, / I should sit in my chair with my mind adrift / and watch the leaves as they changed. // If my room and the world were one and the same, / and I could live inside it, / I would drift happy from morning to night, dreaming // dreams of dreams and watching the light hovering like / butterflies on my brain, shifting and melting and / flowing into the wall. 15 years ago • Report 0 |