26 agosto 2008


Oh, squiggly line in my eye fluid,
I see you there, lurking on the periphery of my vision.
But when I try to look at you, you scurry away.
Are you shy, squiggly line?
Why only when I ignore you do you return to the center of my eye?
Oh, squiggly line, it's all right. You are forgiven.

De Padre de Familia.

Gracias Kaod!

03 agosto 2008