30 June 2005

Similies& Thoughts

Like the rays of sunlight that creep into ur room when all u want is darkness, these strange thoughts run arnd

Like random particles in Brownian Motion, i bump into the strangest collection of people who mite or mite nt matter

Like salt on a bitter wound, that stings and helps heal, ur distance away from me help soothe alleviations of fear and hope

Like tangled hair after a late evening car ride, i cling onto the hanging threads that threaten to weave themselves into a cloth like dream

That threatens to cover the cilli like synoptic pragmatic threads that line the inside of my brain, forming a sheet of phelgm called fantasy

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