Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Silent storms rage through the still air. Burning, slicing and ravaging silently through the once unusually narrow space between fact and fiction. The smell of slowly smouldering flesh mounts itself on the the stormy breeze, permeating through the valleys where beautiful dreams spin their magic upon innicent souls. The dreams cease, freeze in time, decaying slowly, to eventually crumble and annihilate back to nothingness. Dreams they are, they were, once upon a time.
 
From innocent hues of black to the blazing darkness of clean white.
 
Everything barren, seemingly clean, hiding oceans of ferociously tamed expressions.

5 Comments:

At 12/06/2006 12:24:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

thats how it feels inside my head..at the moment..
got a pain killer?

 
At 12/08/2006 08:11:00 PM, Blogger Jaded said...

*huggggsssssss*

 
At 12/09/2006 07:08:00 PM, Blogger Sky High said...

hmm-references abstraction weather
let us sort out and blame everthing on it-er no?

 
At 12/11/2006 10:58:00 AM, Blogger DysfunctionaL said...

where is the writing!

 
At 12/13/2006 09:27:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

daimmm so many verbs! take care :) see ya.

 

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