Sleepless
As the clock struck midnight, the twelve long thuds celebrated another year in my life. Looking back, the last few years have been nothing short of an adventure. To call it exciting, however, would be too simple and to call it harrowing would be, well, wrong.The winds blow gently and the curtains part gradually but yet, that moment of serenity can never be perfect in my mind for too many a false dawns have robbed my imagination, my ideas...
I see the missing pieces but there is mere emptiness when I reach out...the bite of transience stung badly..
Somewhere it must exist...The search continues, albeit, more purposefully than ever.
posted by -tourniquet- @ 1/12/2008 04:12:00 am
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