Christy Brown Quote
Girl in the windblowing wide openthe closed doors of my life -which way are we going?Standing against the lurid skyon the stark brink of oceanarms outstretchedas if your love and hungerwould embrace the worldand I in my inner roomplaying my poetic premutationscan only look and ask the unanswerable.Brave and cunning I speak to my typewriterknowing it will not answer backknowing it will not replywhat I ask and do not want to hearas you with the vast sunset mergea multitude of dreams awayuniquely alone and outside of mein the purity and rarity of this momentimmeasurably beyond my love and my rageand with the dying call of gullsthe echo resounds:Girl in the windthrowing asidethe tight shutters of my life -which way are we going?
Girl in the windblowing wide openthe closed doors of my life -which way are we going?Standing against the lurid skyon the stark brink of oceanarms outstretchedas if your love and hungerwould embrace the worldand I in my inner roomplaying my poetic premutationscan only look and ask the unanswerable.Brave and cunning I speak to my typewriterknowing it will not answer backknowing it will not replywhat I ask and do not want to hearas you with the vast sunset mergea multitude of dreams awayuniquely alone and outside of mein the purity and rarity of this momentimmeasurably beyond my love and my rageand with the dying call of gullsthe echo resounds:Girl in the windthrowing asidethe tight shutters of my life -which way are we going?