breeze blows thru the naked limbs, how darkness turns to light, an exact indifference to seasons of drought, and the moon and sun's delight. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 13, 2011
blackened days
blacked out days, of my life, no recall, artwork unpreserved, it yellows and fades away, the galary without a whisper, a museum with only a back door, the last tree left in your children's garden, that has no sprout, no bud that's new, with a glaze of tear on my eye, it trembles and begins to wash... Sign in to see full entry.
there is this blank space where my mind should be, a numbing void that no one else can see, no matter how hard I try, it's realm effortlessly grows, as the ocean's tide drifts away. Sign in to see full entry.