::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?

Sunday, July 26, 2009


I could love you, you know,
if only you'd let me.
If you'd give up those fears
stop trying to protect me.
I could love you.

Thoughts of you fill my mind
and I smile dispite myself,
recalling words
whispered in the dark
in that blackest night.

With a silent prayer I wait for the wind to carry you back to me.

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