Friday, August 26, 2005
Sweet sadness of the unoccupied

Dissolved in time while chaos blends in the wind,
truth found in absolute nothingness,
only warmth in the silence of the mind,
warmth, like the view from the kitchen window,
sunshine & breeze are the best partners, empty roads & swaying trees, close behind,
a silent jubilation, be it blithering singularity,
pain of the unobtained left it so,
cream, sugars, even blood are tasteless nowadays,
also, stickers peel off as their colours fade,
little red rivers running through them now,
the brightness hurts,
still, one last look(hold on),
and one last ponder,
only thing that is in order is mess,
only thing that is pure is the word itself,
only thing that is in love is hate,
only thing that is alive is now....

2:43 AM |

