Cobwebs
Big cobwebs.
Small cobwebs.
Dirty cobwebs.
Evil cobwebs.
Life is a cobweb.
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Trying to scrape the greasy layers of fond memories
Searching for clarity through misty eyes
Wandering through the serpentine dark streets
With the companion of a pregnant chamber of secrets and hopes
Hoping of eternal love and solace
Hoping of getting drugged by life
Hoping of embracing the agony
I am
A veil of mystery
A cold winter evening
A blazing summer afternoon
Unknown to the unknown
Unknown to the known
3 comments:
cobwebs indeed.. some of which we can get away from, and some which invariably stick you and never let go.. :-)
Very poetic...i'm linking you.
I can imagine big cobwebs and small cobwebs and evil cobwebs .. but I fail to see how thats poetic or how it sums up a long post. I am dumb. Right.
- anya http://www.animaha.com/blog
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