aboard a trotro, by the right window side,
emotions running bare, with the shared rythms of calming music through my earphones,
peeping outside the window, in search of answers to this 'self inflicted pain'
moving steadily, like the the tears streaming from the bleeding in my heart...
...since its bloodyness will be too frighting to view by onlookers.
Like an answer to my search, i see the machine...ending with the last alphabet...
A machine which caught my attention...and paused my heart for a second.
whithin this attention, i saw my visions on the right seat, with comfort which this trotro denied me...
then the bleeding paused into a world of silence and peace.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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I've been subdued to quietude, this is really touching.
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