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Separation Anxiety
Contributed by
ThePunkPoet
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Thursday, 26th February 2004 @ 03:01:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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I find myself in a place of darkness where a dense fog slithers by on the serpentine scales of dreams long past. The ground mirrors of memories, with every step comes a new pain. I gather the shards of my heart six times broken...they grow smaller every time. And slivers go so deep leaving scars no one will ever see but I will always feel. Creatures lurk here, watching my every turn. I think they used to be my hopes and dreams tainted by the dark seed which I thought I quelled so long ago. Six years, six women. All this time thinking the seed was gone and yet it grew. It flourished of the pain and anger, all the anguish I had tried to hold back and became a cavernous jungle. Thoughts of the past, a thick humidity in the air causing the perspiration of deeper thoughts that dwell inside. I have no clue what lies ahead for me but I also don't have the strength to carry on. Where are those that first helped me out of the darkness? Long gone. Like so many other things. For now I will attempt to rest haunted by things I forgot existed only in my mind and will take to safe keeping deep within the recesses of my soul. No words, no thoughts, nothing filters out. Just a mass of ever growing shadows. I have been swallowed by the monster I created. And upon the ground I find a symbol of myself...a single wilting rose among the rain puddles. Please tell me, what happens now?
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Re: Separation Anxiety
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by Aika on
Thursday, 26th February 2004 @ 03:59:50 AM AEST
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lovely write!
my life opinion is: nothing is random and everything, even when it is bad has sense..
maybe your dark clouds had to come,
so that new sunrays could get through and
wrap you in their powerful light.. Love, aika:-) |
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