So like I said in my previous post I used to write poems. Its been a long project in the making, of putting all the paper in order and in a photo book. Some of them are terrible, but some of them got written at just the right moment. So far this one is one of my favorites. I don't even know what I was thinking.



Fly through the barriers
of reality
to find my dimensions.

Swallow the truth and
enjoy the rain.

It soaks my flaws and
washes away memories

of time and space

No longer be human
but remain a single molecule.

Sill able to live
yet, not.

To feel needed
but not feel the need.

November 22 2005
Sinead Stewart
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It almost seems incomplete.

xo