| The whirlwind kicks up the dirt
and I can see the tatters of papers swirling about the vortex images of friends and remnants of their lives scattered to the wind and resurrected only to haunt my memories when I am broken down under the wind hiding in a hollow made of my own entrapments trying to escape from the same cage that makes my mind a steel trap;- how do you escape from a maze made by somebody more intelligent than yourself? I will have to wait until my local fluctuations bring me above the rise of the last time that I designed the maze, But until then, I'm trapped in my hovel, hunched under the wind, a matrix of papers swirling about me in the air as I lay crouched out in the open, looking out at the world, with eyes squinted through the mesh. |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 2/14/07
Actually on how a lot of my friends aren't doing too well,
and how I'm too wrapped up in my own things to help them.
How I feel like I've lost touch with them and how I feel like it's my fault.
(Not a coincidence that it's on Valentine's day.)