Friday, November 24, 2006


He let slip a name from his tongue. An unmentionable name. How deep it has seeped into his self, he denies it oh but it is so clear to those around him. So toxic sometimes. So painful at other times.

The clear sky with the twinkling stars. A cold breeze across the snow covered field. He picks up a twig and breaks it. Out of the system is the goal. Such feelings must go away. So immersed was the experience in his being.

A flake fell on his eyelid. It's snowing again. How different was it last winter.


Post a Comment

<< Home