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Mar 21, 2010

0 Just Made of Words

I'm just made of words
living in a card board box
a comfortable, decorated, box of dreams

Inside I lay upon my bed
pondering, thinking, wondering inside of my head
dreaming, hoping, wishing for something more

Each night I go to sleep
each morning I awake from a world of depth
a world which I belong to more than this existence

I'm just made of words
without actions, verb, a life to call my own
and my life is just stored in my head, my heart, words on a piece of electronic paper