As the world changes like in a child's imagination, I do not.
A bubble in time like that child holding that one thought forever.
It's unchanging innocence like the child itself is surrounded by an impenetrable field that seems to shelter it from the cold harshness of the world. As if the evil eyes from the world have not cast their stare.
Disengaged from the world I stand. As far away as my thoughts are from me.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Dream a dream...
As I sleep these walls have eyes that cast gazes on my imagination that light up my dreams.
My dreams that like the eyes themselves peer into the deepest reaches of my soul and show me the wonder that I see.
For I am that dreamer that dares to dream those dreams.
Monday, February 25, 2008
end to beginning
What ever was, isnt.
what is, was.
what was, could be again.
what could be, is the dream that I wanna be.
what is, was.
what was, could be again.
what could be, is the dream that I wanna be.
close company
When everything's dead and gone all I got left are my words,
They stay close so I'm reminded that I'm still here.
They stay close so I'm reminded that I'm still here.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)