:: A Vagrant's Story ::

"Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn."
~Matthew Arnold, Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (85-88)

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:: Tuesday, September 30, 2003 ::

[Mood:....nani...?.]

[Music: A Whisper-Coldplay]
(now playing...)

Towering Trees and a Crowd in Stadium

A whisper penetrates my mind...
....past thoughts caress my senses.
Emotions teeter,
while I try to figure what's real and what's not.
...what's lost and what's not?

I still feel the cold breeze on that log
and the invisible aura that melded....
....I can hear the thumping of the heart
and the shaking of the ribs....
It was the deafening roar of something more than one.

These thoughts won't leave me be.
What's it take to be in peace?

To live everyday upon these...
...once perfect,
now became hell.
I set these on fire and watch the trees of memory burn.

Eyes closed as I watch as the ashes are lifted,
carried away by the swift wind
that I met on that same log some time ago...

And then it all returns once more.
So embeded are these,
It burns through all defenses,
and leaves scars in its wake.

So I cast them away once more
knowing that a whisper will bring them back once more.

And a unicorn can never feel regret,
because they aren't real.
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In other matters, I'd like to wish a guy I once knew
a great year (although I'm pretty sure he doesn't need it; he's
pretty good at making it happen) and good luck.

Happy (although belated) Birthday Alan.

:: Kevin 1:13 AM [+] ::
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