Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Quills are made to be there
and quills are made to be broken

Dark moods swaying over the landscape
rolling in like thunder
I do my best
but it isn't much
maybe somewhere sometime a life is possible for me

time to get a grip
time to dissolve in the current of life again
time to live

but the dark side is there.
the dark side remains there
but thank you for the gift of life
I might even enjoy it.

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