Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Maybe two...

Not a trace of additional light source and yet the pitch black of the night appeared lit. My eyes accustomed to the darkness and there I stood alone in the eve surrounded by the silence. My eyes quickly scanned the stillness?No arms to hold nor breath of night , the stillness challenged my heart to fight.

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I molded to perfection and placed you in my dreams. I forgot that clay hardens and brittle may it be. I’m afraid one day you’ll shatter and alone again I'll be. So next time I am lonely and want you next to me I’m gonna hold my pillow and create one fantasy!

1 comment:

John said...

Can I fill your pillow with memories first?