Monday, November 14, 2005

Midnight snack

Rebels on the loose ; the grasses seem greener
outburst of infinite raindrops ;this unholy wetness
making love to the naked skin ;deriding all sanity
visions of eternal sunshine ;mocks the moth serenaded lamps
caskets of mad thoughts ;teases this simple mind
this is us!
ive become me!
my meaning, this insane meaning
staring at the slushy shoes, this tussled hair, ghastly make-up!
i wake up.
the dream long lost
i long for the childhood cries
i long for the innocent laughter
i long for the moments

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