Oct 24, 2008


the path to stillness is ever sullen with noise,

what fades to black becomes illuminant all of a sudden

in the eerie of nowhere, moonlight appears frigid

and guides me to a conspiracy unwritten

the moment that was, and the moment this is,

enamoured by disloyalty and indifference

even the scented wind carries an air,

and pretends to have known me never


Twisted Whispers said...

I had say.
I quite like what you write!

cherubicgurl said...

hey thank you girl