February first, two thousand eleven:
Evanescent ennui whispers in my ear,
Encouraging me to revisit an air castle
When the clock prompts me to awake.
Two hearts collide together on a moon
But pretend not to recognize the other,
As their scars linger with pseudonyms.
Trepidation trembles alone inside a core,
Retracing the memories that still live.
Concavity wants to learn how to let go
And grasps the key that will set it free—
Why can’t insentient souls speak again?
Tuesday Feb 2 @ 11:44pmtagged as: thoughts. poetry. photography. 365 Amalgams.
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