Gazing stars.
Night claims its reign.
It means rest for the ones that remain sane.
The likes like me just stare up into the nightly sky.
Contemplating and debating about are own star fating.
My troubled mind and my beaten body can't find rest as I experience another sunset.
Gazing at stars their distance is so unexplainable far.
It is in relation of my understanding of you.
So close I can see but just too far to understand.
The nightly sky speaks to me.
I follow its example the night is me.
Painted my soul black just so I would go unnoticed in the midst of the colourful crowd.
Projected my mind on paper but even that needs to be black before I can concentrate.
Superstitious without a religion.
So many filters practice their influence on my vision.
I will no longer be a refugee in exhale.From now on its dark mind portraying his nightly sky………..
Tim Mooij: | Vrijdag, juli 23, 2004 23:59 |
work of art, really you where born in Ireland? your english is really amazing :) love your work T |
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Fading Away: | Woensdag, juli 21, 2004 19:30 |
Very nice. | |
Auteur: Cappy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 21 juli 2004 | ||
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