Sunday, March 25, 2007
Walking in the darkness
Stepping to no where, I could see ghosts, fears, and darkness.
I am not afraid.
Take my hand
Lead me to that room.
When we turned to the right I could touch the shelves.
I can feel the dust.
I can hear the wind
And in the corner there is a book.
when I opened the cover, I SEE my memories … !!!!
I looked around I did not find you.
I have melted in the darkness, after walking miles and miles.
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