Friday, October 27, 2006
InwardConfloption
she've bn aloof'n herself within da four white corners aband'n da world.
shes seeing no realities animore.
life seems utterly monotonous and stale,
pinn'ns and anticipations r dissipat'n; shes watch'n none of 'em.
da breezes felt so hard hitt'n against her cheek,
her temperature's freez'n.
shes made into an ice queen.
da corridors empty; empty lanes fill'd wif desolateness.
blind'n lights r lead'n nowhere;
except fo emotion confusions.
evryone crashes; some get bac on. some dont, some cant.
detached.
shes seperat'd.
frm evryone; evrythn.
bt why?