wasting time. wasting your mind.
no inspiration.
its gorgeous outside
at the computer i only know the things it tells me.
i'm sitting inside.
another slip. another date.
too much time.
just here. waiting.
fingers move across the key board.
i write my own thoughts.. don't i?
freedom. speech!
a voice in the dark...
hiding in the light.
you don't know me. i don't know me.
hope. harmony.
it begins with H.
understanding and reason
starts with nothing.
scratches.
the longest hall.. the brightest corridor.
warm bright colours
an antique world.
muted blues- lovely.
flowers.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
a little light.. a little darkness
Posted by throughfieldsofsunrises at 9:37 AM
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