Monday, April 6, 2009

Wells Syndrome More Condition_symptoms

shoebox

Among

dust, calcentín unparalleled, between the spider and nest threads letters rooted memories, between the time and climate disorder that sometimes it so hard to organize, from unparalleled powder to nest a web search, looking for the memories related in reality, between the work of reorganizing and between the task of not finding.

Among the box full of both empty and among the things that are looking for a place among the leaves yellow color in my eyes breathing, between this place and filled with so much space between you seek is not found among the yellow of smell saved between narrating his walking shoes.

Among the many additions to subtract, from the divisions that absorbs decide between the words divided hearts among the subtraction in real time, the sum of both to describe and between leaving the type described, between unreasonable multiplication of reasons, including additions to this heart in the dust of a shoebox, including the hiding under my feet, or dividing wall between the horizons, including the window that shows the future.

Between the dust, there I found the shoe box that he kept with both care, I knew one day would be useful or just help me remember why I store things that made me smile, so treasured that box cautious not know what to put inside, so in that time the fill nothing for some time to fulfill its mission, and that's how this week's box full of empty shoes that had accumulated for so many city, the smog that makes you weep ears, for the luggage you insist on charging, therefore anything that comes to collect, now filled the void that I could have let humanity because there is no better therapy than a prescribed or know no better relief to look beneath the feet that support you.

Between dust and cats found the smell of puppy box, between the voices and sneezing of ideas between the letters do not yet have tenure, including shoes that have accidentally stepped on and between the gaps are filled of useless things, among all the shoe box full of nothing and finally change of residence.

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