Saturday, June 26, 2010
Deep, mysterious, enchanting;
plaintive cry in the arms of Morpheus.
What calm would it be to give in
amidst the fathomless depths,
dark, abysmal, wallowing;
hollow words in the bottom of despair.
How tempting to let go of the lifeboat;
be lost in the hypnotic, azure blue.
Let go and rest amongst the aged rocks.
Be part of the calm, harmless current,
where underneath nothing matters,
but a welcomed sleep of death.
Photo by: DavidK-Oregon's photostream
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
What if the sun would never set,
and the night would never end.
What if the world would come to an end,
and you still have some things left undone?
What if I told you, I will be breathing my last today,
that you would soon see the last of me...
Will you forgive all the crazy things I've done in your name?
The answer remains unclear and uncertain.