Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Cries of Crises

It's color wilts. Unappealing, just as twin souls, exausted in the midst of daily qualms. The perplexity of trust and the unjust, encaged in vows, silenced by obligation, or seemingly so.

A mandatory phase to hoover over as lives become a dusty trail. Minds go astray yet always buoy back to surface, light shines into one's eye, and there lays an explosion back into the reality of peace, harmony, loyalty, and honor.

From the pits of our hellish ways, we walk alongside the beauty in heaven, our sins forgiven, yet never forgotten.
Infestation of what has gone, never leaves, there to remind you what an angel you've been.


The finale of what could have been never takes place, it ends in what was, what is and what is to be, the indifinition of who we are and what we really want survives, mingles into the mist at large.

And that...is life.

1 comment:

  1. The new girl next to me at work is SOOO annoying. She reads out everything she types and she is super perky. She is Singaporean but speaks with a fake mixed up British/Aussie/Singaporean accent that makes it sound like she has a potato in her mouth. As she was chatting on MSN (and reading everything aloud) she asked "what is ttyl?" It reminded me of your friend at work "what is this ah?"

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