Wednesday, October 1, 2008

if darkness is your light

stumbling in the inky blackness
there is nothing to touch
nothing to orient
in the endless, blind-black space

a dream like state
where nothing

is familiar

nothing

is there

nothing

is

you
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TACParent said...

Let me hold a candle for you. "Even in the darkest night a candle glows." "It is darkest just before the dawn."

October 21, 2008 at 1:44 PM

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