Sitting alone under the circular moon… It’s not another romantic story for I am not waiting for my “rendez vous”. Instead I have a date with my internal self because it is time to elucidate the path one again…

          A debacle is inflamed and infiltrated into every organ where forces cut, crushed and scared them, and put me in doubt again. Where do I stand on this empty road? Where? For I am alone for so long now in the darkness finding no one to hold my hand and lead me back into the light. And how shall I give my hand to someone in the darkness? One might also be lost wandering through this road. But I did give my hand unwilling to lift my legs because the light indeed sometimes shed its rays. So why shouldn’t I doubt? Everything is absurd, a contradiction! The light has enlightened my way, but I have also lived through the velvet black. I have dwelt with the thrones, but I have also been wrapped into a tender blanket…

          Even though it’s absurd-yet I still cannot define it- that’s the way things go. You can sit still pitying your scars for a time you set, but does it matter? It doesn’t. Because what we call life is just going on, not waiting for you to prepare yourself. You either follow or stay behind, and this is the only fact I can comprehend that life doesn’t demand us to understand.   

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Archi_Teuthis
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rorynickel
Sheri33
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Tianna
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Note- Roughly... 8 of the pieces in here are for my Novel, that I'm about three quarters of the way through. Previews, if you will.
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updated Nov 5 '10 by chazpez