Music: vernacular of the soul


Monday, March 8, 2010

pregnant with pauses

she had no tears left to relinquish for sanity's sake
no anguished screams to exchange for a night's peace
slowly stepped over into abyss
lost to the world, she smiles
Here nothing exists to remind her of him
or what he did
and what she was

pregnant with pauses (or some variation of that)is gonna be a series of bootleg writings to get me out of this writers block rut
They probably wont be complete or very good
but i gotta start somewhere

wish me luck

ps:hair post goes up when i find my cam
Will probably weave it up tuesday and continue this damn weave as protective style challenge

2 public opinion:

AlooFar said...


All the Luck ;)

網頁設計 said...

hooray, your writings on theater and writing much missed!