The Plastic Bottle
Posted January 19, 2012
I was lost…… in a sea of my own emotions. Feeling like a tossed plastic bottle…… I reached the shore. Would anyone ever find me, and the letter written inside of my body ? Just cast against the wash of thrash on the shore…. But, inside the bottle, a letter waited for someone to find. Would I ever be found ? it is hard to say…….. because, I was just thrown against this shore, and, I look like trash. But, what they didn’t know, was that my life story, had bee...
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When You Are Gone, Who Am I ?
Posted October 29, 2011
The sun that shimmers on the autumn leaves, have a melancholy feeling. Dying and decay, as the leaves fall………. ……. one by one. Another year passes. The heat of the sunshine, kissed with a cool air………. …….. It’s tangeable, yet, untangeable feeling of loneliness. Kisses, in that cool breeze……… kissing my tears as they fall…. down my cheeks. Maybe, that’s why they call it, “Seasonal Disorder.” Things slow down. People die…………...
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