Mirage

Life ~ Mirage
~ A wasted illusion right from the start.
~ Hopeless romanticism of a hopeful heart.

Though the former is reality, I choose to live by the latter.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Cold



Its getting too dark in here.
This engulfing hollowness.
The black hole I never knew existed
is growing heavier by the day.
Perhaps a walk in the sun
would do good.
And a free flow of tears.

I walk in the sun.
I find no warmth.
I cry my heart out.
Saltless water, cold.




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