a small opening to see something completely new. anything can happen in a glimpse. a very short time. like a breath. it can begin and end in a glimpse. life and death. hope and fear. sucess or failure.
a glimpse and it doesnt matter if its true or not.
the honesty is not what counts.
all we need is to see, or hear a touch of something beautiful or horrible, something that makes us whole or broken.
they’re all possible anyway, no matter what matters. no matter what matter means.
I glimpsed into the window only to find no one there. I didn’t take the time to go back and make sure, if only I were more steadfast in my assumptions, more intent to finish what I started
of a daydream gradually subsiding before my eye, twirling and twisting itself into awful contortions and messing with my very innards. as i glimpsed this sight a part of me disintegrated, gone forever.
There was a shadow in the corner of my eye. A motion that passed and then was gone, a glimpse of something I’d never seen before and might not again. What was it? A passing bit of life. My life? I don’t know. Can it become more? Is the glimpse now a memory, a thought? Has it evolved?
a small opening to see something completely new. anything can happen in a glimpse. a very short time. like a breath. it can begin and end in a glimpse. life and death. hope and fear. sucess or failure.
By sarah on 05.04.2008
a glimpse and it doesnt matter if its true or not.
the honesty is not what counts.
all we need is to see, or hear a touch of something beautiful or horrible, something that makes us whole or broken.
they’re all possible anyway, no matter what matters. no matter what matter means.
By gerry on 05.04.2008
I glimpsed into the window only to find no one there. I didn’t take the time to go back and make sure, if only I were more steadfast in my assumptions, more intent to finish what I started
By David on 05.04.2008
of a daydream gradually subsiding before my eye, twirling and twisting itself into awful contortions and messing with my very innards. as i glimpsed this sight a part of me disintegrated, gone forever.
By jack on 05.04.2008
There was a shadow in the corner of my eye. A motion that passed and then was gone, a glimpse of something I’d never seen before and might not again. What was it? A passing bit of life. My life? I don’t know. Can it become more? Is the glimpse now a memory, a thought? Has it evolved?
By Johanna Oakes on 05.04.2008