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Lost in the land of I died while dreaming I am no longer a man, I exist only as a wounded heart whose streaming blood will not congeal. This night like every night can only end with the sun rays peaking above my mountain redoubt. Yes But first the sun's hope must traverse the emptiness of all times beyond time without you. (some night I may fail this test) Some morning the sun is sure to annihilate me body and soul. Worse my heart might be cauterized and no longer bleed for you. I feel the sentience of the wind as our tale is told by brushing gust and eddied whirl. and just like your last kiss upon my cheek. I am left compelled to repeat and reapeat... I fling out promises into an awe filled sky where the moon is no more than a phantom (maybe it's not madness) but truly a case of you are the one. |
Time, space and just being lost around it. This was a really ineteresting read. There is doubt, hope, desperation, longing...all mixed up in one. I like the vulnerability that comes with it. | Posted on 2013-04-26 00:00:00 | by jeniecel | [ Reply to This ] | This is lovely. It can be madness too;). Good luck with that. | | Posted on 2013-04-19 00:00:00 | by voiceless | [ Reply to This ] | |