::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Monday, February 23, 2009


I speak words

that hurt this soul

cutting deep to remove that

love, like a cancer

walk away

fogetting to breathe

icy air that chokes the throat

somewhere in the darkness

a single tear


1 comment:

  1. Fantastic!!! Words are sharper than a sword!!! Nice work!!!