Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A desert with photographic stars

Each pretty face is just a mirage and my mouth is full of sand again.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're a stranger, and I'm a stranger, but what you say makes sense to me and what you feel just clicks.

Sometimes people inspire you and you don't know why. But I don't need a reason to be inspired, right?

So thanks, stranger.

Arturo Rafael Enriquez said...

Maybe for now you don't. But someday you will be. It'll find you and if it does it'll take over. and everything you feel will be like an artwork. masterpiece.


makes sense?

Anonymous said...

it does.

but for now, everything i feel feels like it's choking me from the inside. sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will always kill me. that kind of stuff.

i hope i get to feel like you do. someday. and i hope it feels great.

Arturo Rafael Enriquez said...

Trust me, it does :)