Hmm. Dread paces in my mind. The curse of doubt drips poison on those close. Panic encompasses my senses, limiting insight. ---But, there is hope. Always hope. I just watched a small bird, fluttering to the clouds. This coating of snow conceals any evil I might possibly comprehend. I am innocent as a child, hidden in this world. ---What do I call this feeling? What do I call this state of mind? I am reminiscent, yet forward-looking. I am worried, yet optimistic. Is this life? ---Or is this something less? I carouse existence with those I know, yet do not truly understand. I pace this plane of reality with light feet, and I speak with a softer tongue than my mind rages. Humanity depends on my shortcomings.
Ezeinandout · Tue Jan 30, 2007 @ 08:32pm · 0 Comments |