Monday, October 4, 2010


The imoveable, speechless, elipse. Sometimes, a lot of times, words on their own don't say much, as much as just the space between the words does. The sense, the timing, the frame, the silence and thought. As if on the brink of a ledge, holding your breath to understand the next infallible verse of destiny. Destiny towards chance, towards destruction, towards life and breath. Sometimes, not exactly what we wish but we still hold silent truths, unwavering stutues in the ebb and flow.

I guess it's one of those days... one of those days that hangs still. Waiting, wishing, hoping, dreaming. For all to be done, decided, and finished. I need to stop holding my breath...


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