Run with me in my perpetual haste. Meander with me in my devious course. Wander with me in my desperate search. Slalom with me through my discordant vacillation. Wade with me through my hopeless misery. Sink with me in my unrequited love. Spin with me in my eddying emotion. Cruise with me through my youthful fantasy. Flow with me in my surging spontaneity. Swim with me in my divine euphony. Float with me in my phantasmal heaven. Whirl with me in my fragile bubble. Fly with me as I escape reality

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Obituary

The idealist who lived here died, at least in part.

The clocks struck twelve. The fairy tale is over. Don't waste any more time here, there is no beauty to be had.

Dogs don't smile anymore. The coffee has turned cold and bitter. Trees stand still, no dance in their sway. That gentle breeze has blown itself out, taking with it the candlelight and the scent of the rose. The sea is still inviting, but consumptively so.
The shiny young leaf has long become a relic, drained and dry.

Flap Flap! Hope flees at lightning speed. Ouch! Memories have razor edges. Swoon! Patience takes the plunge over the brink.

Well, I told you so. The idealist who lived here died. Come, join this dirge... Come, help gather these pitiful remains...
 
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