A Continuation of Lost Thoughts

A collection of thoughts captured from my mind and vividly displayed on screen in poem form.

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I'm a 29 year-old wannabe writer, who enjoys a good dream. I'm also a big proponent of drinking liquid magic shell. My taste buds are partial to caramel, but any ol' flavor will do.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Beyond Tinted Windows

Someone can see out,
But no one can see in.
That’s the futility of darkness.
Grasping thin air,
Grasping molecules of mystery.
Tinted windows and
The far-off cry of sanctimonial distress.
Despair = finding faith,
Like the demonic darkness basks
In the light, simply to know its own ugliness.
To view it, like a tinted window.

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