Date: Nov 14th, 2007 8:15:53 pm - Subscribe
days trickle out of exsistance the time lapses between our breathes
the momments are gone and forgotten
the lenses clear from fog
the days wake haze state flowing back to sleepless nights and days one after another until they blend into one motion one sunset one gaze one action one plain of being
Date: Nov 13th, 2006 10:26:24 am - Subscribe
the words frail like dark horses weakened at the knees falling limp into dust and mud blood spilled for the innocene and lost to the forgiveness of forgetfullness.
the days are long short in their melody.
falling like rain lapping at the laps of strangers.
days seem frozen into nights of disdain, the pain will not go away.
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