Mediu
Break of day, ten o’clock and there’s nothing nearby to shine over me. A perfect stance has been taken, comfortable, no throbbing clouds above. Still, a dull an atmosphere impresses through the lack of expressions. “Misplaced silver linings, forgotten visits from those who know” is being whispered just now. By whom or what…? A question I cannot bear to response.
Always said to myself I would write a letter of farewell to my special persons, inside my heart and then materialize each contour on blank pieces of paper. Waiting to acquire permission. If only I could wipe out the past and afterwards spend a lifetime rebuilding the whole thing. Travel back towards former days when I started or was compelled to wreck glamour.
You might think you know, or imagine that I’m being ridiculous, uncovering the mirror of my soul, mind, heart, but you have no idea how……..forget it!
Cast a spell! Set me free! The walls are freezing, my hands are too, a key laughs in my face for I ain’t aware of the password; standing helpless under the moon’s shadow and I do not know what to do.
Friday, 12 January 2007
10:41:16
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