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Monday, August 23, 2010

I begged permission to witness your paradise, with a secret mission to bring you back here, but i clamber against your magic:
The windows in your hair
spinning out worlds that endlessly expand through your vague eyes that behold
All the beauty that have been masked by human intentions.
Wandering, you say, is much more fulfilling despite it's obvious futility, that being the only way to walk every day among the chaos that we live in.
I am stung by the fumes of your anger, that's breathing against my skin-
And like poison seep through my pores in the ugly dusk- till I am arrested in a fetal position, knees tucked close to my breast, wishing away for entrance into the other world.
"Hush now, remind me how there is Love and Love never dies", you softly whisper, something like two hours after time stopped.

I remind you how there is Love and Love never dies.
You cajole me back into safety, and for now, I am fain to accept the solace of our souls' sojourn into the unknown, you being me.

she's not here @

1:21 AM