A lost soul, an unclear mind a contempt heart and a distraught spirit. Im lost. Uncertain of who I am and where Ive went. What is this place; who is this person? The boundaries of my existence is near reached, the worries of tomorrow lingers in todays atmosphere. Will I disappear without ever recovering my true self? All these questions I ask the Universe hoping for a sign of good faith and a resolute answer. Tick tack; nanoseconds, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. Time. The absolute, never the obsolete. The ever turning hands that places your faith up high or down below. Time.. A. Bennett Empty Vessel
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 14:48:28 +0000
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