2006-05-23
the fabric of our lives
the cotton floats through the air. it gives the wind a face, a soft and gentle one. it's like rain- without the gravity or liquid. it slowly plunders about and eventually finds a delicate landing upon the lawn. the world is a little in slow motion as the cotton drifts through the time, the sunlight catching its whiteness and the transparency of each fiber.
leesah-likes at 10:10 p.m.