thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


May 27, 2008

a song out of darkness

now there is the expectation, the eagerness for something that once brought a smile to my lips, but from now on will only leave a bitter taste. now there is static, where once (a long time ago) a beautiful song could be heard. now there is another ghost in the gallery of the fallen, one that cannot be forgiven or forgotten, forever cursed. until one day. for a time will come when the expectation will give way to indifference. when the eagerness will turn into nothing. when the sorrow will become a memory. when the static will give way to the silence, first, and then a song - a different song, one that does not allow the past to be forgotton, but that doesn't not blind our eyes from the future. then i shall open into the gallery of ghosts and open the window - turning them all to stone again, exactly as i have seen them for the last time. all the curses will be broken then, and i will be set free.

6:10 PM

 

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