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25 January 2011 @ 07:06 am
I've been mining the dregs of a swirling mind,

parting through smoke and residue for sense.

Is this but the husk of my affliction

or some murky severance from

heart sparks and vague ideas?.

An undercurrent of nameless desires,

collecting in an ocean I have no vessel for.

Or do I merely deceive with logic labyrinthian,

From the truth I keep in shame,

The fear of charting forward in solitude.
Current Location: Room 214
Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: Damien Rice