Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, July 17, 2006

Anchored



Heavy weights of sadness anchored on the dock, until you broke the tether and the pains of hell unlocked. Upon the raging river, laughter set a float, to rescue me from reality, a drift without a boat. Feather light with happiness, skimmed the water top, met with choppy waters, caused the waves to Rock.Tossed to the depths, deeper then the sea and all that I remember, is a hand reached out to me.

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