There hasn't been a journal entry in these parts for ne'ery a year now. Life caught up with me. Since I last wandered into this journal, I've been to four new countries, and met many people, friends, and potential enemies. Some faces once familiar have faded into the grey fog, and strangers and old faces have come out of the rain to make themselves prominent in my life again. Funny how it all seems to work out when you have long forgot about even wishing it would.
I try to remember who I sold my soul to, long ago in moments of loneliness and despair, and I find I can't remember.
Anyway, here's some recent nonesense. All the stories are on hold due to writers block.
Roiling tide of fog
Obscures and cloaks
What once was clear
The black and white
All fades to grey
Sad like an overused cliché
the words would still be beautiful
If people didn't insist on being
so damn original
 Sigyne · Thu Dec 14, 2006 @ 05:24pm · 0 Comments |
