peace, ok?

there is no forgetting the holy purity
of stars blinking behind rain clouds
the way cartoons cooked hot dogs
on building fires
the way that the child in us
will never give up on the memory
of what it felt like to smile

and seriously – if my life isn’t one big series of metaphors
just let me keep pretending.

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~ by cptgibbs on March 22, 2011.

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