Monday, April 19, 2010

Like a casual sketch or a swift swig of nothingness, here I waste my words, apparently without any rhyme or reason. My words, they go into the crevice of oblivion without me and what pain it is to  accept the feeling of being left out! The stars look too bright and too distant from where I stand and afar a leaden echo reflects the little spot of bother that is getting red-hot inside my hidden treasure box. It's been a ride. Not exactly a joyous one—a ride nonetheless.

2 comments:

GoldFish said...

:)
I have a feeling you undervalue your treasure box.

GoldFish said...

:)
I have a feeling you undervalue your treasure box.