Lauren (_iamthewalrus) wrote, @ 2008-01-30 14:56:00 |
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Current mood: | creative |
Souls
In the center
It begins
Red, warm, pulsing
Flying haphazardly
Throughout all.
I breathe, it pushes
Tumbling, falling,
Forever. It goes
Blue, cold, dead.
I breathe, it pushes
Upward, out
Freely moving away
My eyes still
The pulse slows
It is gone