Thursday, November 12, 2009
Oceans and seas ablaze by words. Hopeing for insight, recieving blinding nonchalance...wanting to swim, not float. Run away...far away and hide in the shadows. Remember not for it was nothing and holds no promise...as this doesn't and that doesn't as well. Return then too what? A cold empty bed awaits even with his body in it...lieing still under the heavy covers of red wine...breathing in and out the air of absent effort...wondering where the feelings went...they shriveled up and died in the dark...sad really, as all death is and no mourners are paying their respects...no tears left to shed...yes, very sad is the end.