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I call the living, I mourn the dead, I chase the lightning.

Wanderlust -- "a trip, or a need to understand one's very existence,
that starts with the first step of a long journey"

-- Travels and ramblings -- summer of 08 and beyond ---

Friday, December 24, 2010

for the girl with the broken smile --

such sadness heavy sits
in shades of black and grey
tangled heartstrings and bits
how heavy thy burdens weigh

what sadness on the soul
tears upon tears upon no more tears
eyes glow a bright black hole
vast reflecting pools of sorrows fears

this expanse of sadness runs
once clear waters icy dark
endless horizons with no suns
a blood-red moon burns black and stark

such sadness heavy sits
lost and bereft thou pray
for new light mercy permits
how heavy thy burdens weigh