..Somethings there are that can never be rightly expressed,
that may creep up on you, impregnating the barren pauses and awkward silence;
that may lie within you, latent, hidden...strengthening, consolidating...
or then suddenly on a seemingly perfect morning; decide to die a slow painful death,
crumbling into a strange nothingness and a bitter reflection,
into the abyss of oblivion!
~s
1 comment:
".. And all we end up doing is staring at the abyss.. sometimes forever.... "
I think you should really think of writing professionally.. :)
I hope I get to see more of your writing in the future too...
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