LOST
I am lost; lost in this wan desert of dead hopes, dying tomorrows. Abstractions find expression once again, but then abstractions are expressionless. I toil in vain to articulate my naked thoughts that have forgotten the very words that phrase them. Now I am blank, forgetting very often my unspoken wordings of my infinite reasonings. Blatantly I confess to having had no role in the absurd designs of blind fate to throw me down the cliff of zenith into the depths of futility. Now I never pray- save for when I forget that I purport otherwise. Now I never see when I look through my eyes. Now I never feel when something touches me inadvertently. Now nothing I hear is audible anymore. Flowers have no fragrance left in them. Water has no taste – life doesn’t exist. O r perhaps it does. I don’t know anymore.
posted by the transient twilight @ 12:00 am
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