I am staggering through the hall of my life in which no doors open and every picture is black and left to collect dust in a non existent wall which I cannot break through. I look back and my candle cannot illuminate the past deeds which have blackened the air in a thick smokey soot. the space in front of me is dark and uncertain, I am the only one who can decide where I am going to go but the doors stay shut for now and my disbelief in love and hope blackens my heart in a tar of lust and longing for a better light to guide myself by. I want to see the colors of a beautiful flower and smell its sweet perfume. but my senses are numb and i do not notice that I am barefoot, walking on broken beer bottles of lost hope, broken promises and forgotten dreams.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-01-17 13:15:15
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