thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. [oscar wilde]


January 10, 2006

alone

we were laying down side by side, yet we were not with each other. i didn't know where were you. or how were you. i was alone. lost, again, as my eyes focused in nowhere. i saw no light. i heard no sound. i felt no comfort - only a heavy scent of loss, a disturbing sensation coming from deep inside me, taking me over, making my eyes cry dry bitter tears. i feared. loneliness? loss? darkness? i don't know. i just feared.

alone
lies my soul
i'm so cold
i'm afraid
to find
hollow life
sleepless nights
empty days

(ramp)

it was a restless night.

11:53 PM

 

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