:: 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, October 28, 2003 ::

Amidst the Flames

...Dare I say it?

I love this.

The sky is bleeding.
Flames are feeding.
Burning down the past.
Burning you down.

Memories of past,
now a smog in the future.
A brand new start...?

Shades of yellow and red
with a pinkish hue on your face;
feel the warmth.

Alive,
alive,
but the soul is burning too.
...can you feel it too?

Set aflame with everything else,
like everything else.

We'll inhale the ashes together.

Death comes from inside out,
like so many other things do too...

:: Kevin 4:59 PM [+] ::
...

I've been up since 3 a.m.
and thinking, "what have I gotten myself into now?"

:: Kevin 4:47 AM [+] ::
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