Sunday, 18 March 2012

And nothing more... but the mirror.

Keep the story as a totem of time locked in the aeon of captured innocence. Identification being the absurdity of an emotionality we should call Clan. Leave the nostalgic delusions of belonging be; Oh We, the creatures of colouring outside of the paragraphed lines of truth and time.

Unless you notice that quaint silhouette. That posture that withstood time to greet you with more than the story you wanted to identify with. Do you see him? Do you want to? Hear the voice of longing overthrow the silence of the long forgotten, as the lifted midnight veil.

What ever you might see, all is nothing and no more. But the mirror.

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