Day 49: The I-(a)M-possible Story
Scratching the surface – it’s freshly frozen, unbroken I stand alone. A tone or a shade half the worth – it’s…half the work, just shine and when you’re shown pick up the wind, jump off and fall – you’ve flown further than you could imagine. Speak through the world’s microphone to just give out a loan of light like you don’t need it.
That’s it, you’re secret that you still haven’t found. It’s ironic that it’s all around and everywhere, just like you. It should be old, but looks brand new. It’s anything but too much, such a silly way to see – but so true and obviously this will always be our mystery. The I-(a)m-possible story of you and me.
Remember the good times,