he was carved to stand amongst ferns and tendrils that gnome with the painted smile I could interpret that expression in many ways But he held in tandem those strange kids much akin to the children of the corn - cant be sure just of how old they were and in this spot we all drink from the same water - I too strange in my ways... sinister their tone together we all walk on a beautiful Sunday - but I walk alone! Perhaps because its always night when I realize just how late its gotten never with enough change in my pocket the transport never on the track I hoped, the seat always occupied I wanted that shimmering sun to sparkle for the longest while Little did it hide that gravid storm that loomed ... How Id hoped that God would look at my heart not in the confused form it was in- but in the way Id intended. A hitherto unoccupied mind now marred in its dissonance .. The same setbacks in endless loops only measured against time repeating and what keeps them from revealing their intent? I wondered, when all here consumes itself and all is concealed in a vacuum. You, like he and the ones that follow like the ones before are of similar hearts - thus the intent thus the show that ensues and Id known then as I know now too but ignored it in its while, leaving me your mess to clean always with one question in mind... M
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 13:54:57 +0000
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