Monday, July 25, 2005

Confusion sprawls onto metaphors, while the words splatter against blackened conscience. The mind loses its ability to rummage away mixed emotions. The head stumbles upon swirling of several circumstances, but all that rings within are thuds of evasion.

For hours, she waited by intently, for the voice of comfort. She anticipated, till it was time to dream of the strange and beautiful, again.