Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Dust on the Shelf


Like the unraveling waves of the ocean, it is yet another inevitable act of nature to present uncertainty  So why do we question the fickle fragments of our lives?

I was quietly seated watching him fall deeper into the realm of sleep but I didn't have the audacity to try and decipher anything more than superficial to the eye.
I was simply choosing to embrace the bliss that is closely accompanied by ignorance. The weight of uncertainty was far less heavier than the war within myself.

On the open road, I desired nothing more than a handful of time with the stranger in my room. The sense of freedom brought upon by ignorance is liberating, like drifting down the endless path with the wind winding through every inch of thread that clings onto your mortal bag of bones. The silence is truly alarming as I try to reach the liquor on the top shelf before realizing that a one line plea is as inept as a dull knife. 

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