Saturday, 21 November 2009


May each depression that I make in this paper be the mark of your feeling, the impression that you made... when you loved me.

I have this vision of love as a sort of constantly revolving revelation, a kaleidoscope by which to gaze into the mysteries of existence.

Looking deep into her wide, inky eyes I saw youthful adolation and wondered: could I do it... again?


Nick James said...

How about, in keeping with the theme, replacing evolving with revolving and telescope with kaleidescope?

Matt McGrath said...

Suggestions taken. Funnily enough I wrote these three lines on separate days in my notebook, then wondered if they couldn't be combined. But that is better now!

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