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I Am So Lost at the zenith, where none can reach. Wondering Wanderer What will your reflection think? Who’s imitating who? Who’s emulating who? The Dark and The Light. krad and light(zem) They Found Me commune
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008 It's interesting what thoughts float up in the darkness of the darkroom.... well, Pictorial of previous post. Do view tgt... It's strange what the world make of us...  The darkness within and the darkness without... and the fragile shell of sanity and self...  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  woe when role reverse and the darkness within envelopes the light. the lost light... darkness to darkness light to light... light seeks light, when all's left are embers .a flame to rekindle. when the flame flickers .a flame to support....  awaiting the light to reach in and grab her searching hand...
zeminith wondered and wandered @ 8:40 pm |
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Sunday, September 14, 2008 It's strange how the world make of you. The insane world around us, that breeds an insanity within us. The insanity within, necessary to survive the insanity without. The ominous darkness whose tendrils always threatens to engulf one whole. Fight you shall, but will not, shall not, can not vanquish it. ((For it's life itself. Wax and wane it always rise again. ((no respite.. Bidding the day, you lapse and lose it all. Maybe the tiny floating lights would/could bound together. Keeping the darkness without out and keeping the darkness within in. How now if the darkness broken free, and the light is dispelled, dispersed? COuld one? .. gather the tiny sparkle remains; piecing together, the thousands glass shards. memories of wholeness, marked by the shared crack lines between...
zeminith wondered and wandered @ 11:17 am |
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