Sometimes there is so much to say.
But so little to speak.
Sometimes there is so much to hear.
But so little to listen.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
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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
