Archway Noir
By Neurosine
Untidy emotions, impulsive reactions, nearing that final impertinent distraction. Something left sleeping lies latent, dread it should leave my mind vacent, souless and guiless, bereft of derision. While I wander on...in my indecision My soul wishes council with me. I can't love or hate it. It's a complex of makeshift, emotional reasons and chi. Why do I avoid the feel of the worm, when it leads myself where I should be? I try one more struggle, I try one more turn, but face up eventually. I can't speak the language, and can't draw a map, the soul simply gives it out free. I wish I could understand what it's about, and know how to simply be me. Written November 10th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 07:36 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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