Friday, March 13, 2009

Slowly, an awakening, deeply
We are but mere nods in the general direction of eternity
Deep inside ourselves we yearn, we lust
Languid thoughts of ethereal bliss
Darker thoughts of decay and morbitity
swirling together
this awakening
this unsure treading in dark waters
this lullaby sung by broken spirits
gently carried in the warm waters of the current
struggling gets you nowhere
except to drown, drifting down into the darkest part of the ocean
every piece every feeling every thought
a puzzle that fits, but the pictures dont match up
a calling so real, your hands feel every bump and rough surface
A peace so real, that it makes you question all other reality

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