As I clock back to my earliest time, i forfeit for remembering your presence. Drawn from the deepest well of my mind, i quiver to the thoughts of our past. counting each moment without time, but with pain, my work has amounted to nothing. The love i had was for nothing , we are nothing ,just an alienated puddle for you to stand in and watch the reflections of my screams. Vanishing faster than an unraveling lie. Are love is perished , and is destroyed.And as i look for the foot prints it left behind , they are whisked away back into the sands from this hollow and vast land. We have progressed none , but we have recessed much.
The Broken Pendulum
April 15, 2011