Darkness falls as gentle as the twilight breaze;
over my shoulders and down my back; as I gaze over the horizon, and into the sky.
Inhaling; I bring my thoughts into their grim perspective.
Exhaling; All is lost into the atmosphere as I fall backwards into a mental state of peace.
Waking up to realize nothing was and never will be; I begin my solitary journey, mind-in-body; across the desolate plains of my subconscious dream. Blissful tranquility within emptiness of life.
This is my despair; my world within a world.
My hands open and reach up and outward; towards the empty auras of the clouds.
My companions; my only trust.
For I trust no one.
So begins my dream; my still horizon; filled with the winds' wims; and deluges of darkness.
COMMENTS
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Angelus
14:14 Jul 13 2009
an excellent piece.