Words need to be uttered...
To break this deafening silence.
Whether YOU speak them or I,
Something, anything, other than a sigh.
Send it crashing, clapping, crackling,
In this bottomless pit of nothing...
Let them appease, atone, anew
This overcast feeling of ennui.
To break this deafening silence.
Whether YOU speak them or I,
Something, anything, other than a sigh.
Send it crashing, clapping, crackling,
In this bottomless pit of nothing...
Let them appease, atone, anew
This overcast feeling of ennui.
3 comments:
Ah, this is a blast from the past.
Back to blogging. Whatever be the trigger, I am glad you are back.
So much has changed in the years that passed, but so much remains just the same -- if we do write, we do tend to write about the same things as before, don't we?
And my friend that's the biggest evidence that howmuchever we change, we don't change. Not really!
It is reassuring. Every time a long-lost voice from the past emerges. So glad.
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