F.i.in.e Moods
oh that black hole... how it tiptoes in the back like an unseen shadow that's just stealthily creeping up on us, and bang, it gets centerstage and toys with us and overtake the reigns when our foothold stumbles along the way at times... beauty fades to a point there's nothing else to see but this growing hole that takes away everything of the view... flowers don't sink in, nature disappears, love is a distant memory that's stored very deep away... like only bad feelings are ever around and only existed... and on it goes until nothing of what is important to us fades... the light diminishes progressively until nothing seems worth it in the end... sometimes a dangerous pit and always a suffocator... it's a cumbersome 'companion' to be trotting along life with, to say the least... and this is all of what your words here made my mind go to... powerful one... these types of times aren't a joy for sure... all the best *hugs* xx
2007-05-11