Jester Experiencing Pain Reminiscent Of X'mas mornings
Monday, January 5, 2009
Believe
there is more to sunsets than thinking of Love, thinking of the brokenness you can only imagine. for what's left of the heart is a numb sense of reality--a particle of being that refuses to wake up from and never ceases to hold on to a bad dream.
I am a waterfall of sun in a cold dungeon body.
I am a golden cricket in a sealed crystal flask.
I am caved in whispers, truths, and lies.
I am a broken piano sinking in the ocean.
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