Run with me in my perpetual haste. Wander with me in my desperate search. Meander with me in my whimsical course. Slalom with me in my endless vacillation. Wade with me through my hopeless misery. Sink with me to my senseless abysses. 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 verbal euphony. Float with me in my phantasmal heaven. Whirl with me in my fragile bubble. Fly with me as I escape reality.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Rhetoric
Is it real, your love for a spontaneity you refuse to intercept when it passes you by?
Should it be, this intrusive impulse that wedges itself opaque between you and me?
My thoughts are like assorted chocolates.Some are sweet, others bitter.One is rich brown,the next one - pure white.There are dark ones too.One moment, my thoughts are filled with color,the next one is grey as ever. This blog is an effort at fitting these varied musings into one jigsaw.
