Rendition
9/06/08-5:53:40a.m.
I came across some old letters tonight and read my old painted word;
I knew better to even take in one line-Simply for my mind would race
and everything would be blurred.
The simple letters,that make words,words which gave thought to a sentence...
A sentence that would give birth to a paragraph.
The letter that which couldn't stop itself would become a thought
A simple letter.A painted word.
An insignificant mark that would breathe life into pages of insight,maybe hindsight,
Either or: you reveal yourself to everyone including yourself; Those pages I read ignited that spark,That small amber,which will lite the way to bring out of the dark
Not saying the darkness has in gulfed me,though the light is always great to see...Its a strange feeling reading emotions that over time have changed.Thoughts and reactions,for now are rearranged..For how long or why is something you can never know
Like the tides,the best rhythm is to go along with the flow.
All my travels and here I am again -Hearing a so called friend
Complaining-ah I cant take you to the store,what can you do for me,nothing
-well-home-I must go,they never change.Is it just a select few that may grow?
What can you do for me?My answer-you don't want to know.A new journey beckons!
And to any destination
Again its time for me to go!
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