My child, my sister, dream,
How sweet all things would seem,
Were we in that kind land to live together, And there love slow and long, There love and die among, Those scenes that image you, That sumptuous weather, Drowned suns that glimmer there, through cloud-dishevelled air, Move me with such a mystery as appears, Within those other skies, Of your treacherous eyes, When I behold them shining through their tears...baudelaire
Jan 3, 2013
The silence that spoke
The life I live
Communications adrift in pain and sadness
Expectations that are not mine.
Overwhelmed, generated from an inability to share my truth
self destruction illuminates the silence.
1 comment:
Omg...haven't checked in for a while :( are you still alive? 'The Silence that Spoke' sounds pretty grim.
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