Rupert, pass me that key – its old, this key, so cold and rusty, Into the hole, i see before me, i glance through, I see parts of a mysterious glory. have you seen the side that hides, from me and you and all the world too? in depths of darkness the mystery resides, in …
Month: December 2006
sometimes i think we are born to die, a life of living, a desparate urge to satisfy that which makes us cry. ’tis not solid this that I’m giving; maybe my soul is heavy tonight, it dreams to heaven so silently though, as if to not wake the mind that goes, so quietly beneath this …
break this dream i have tonight, for it gives me only false light. Take these thoughts from me, and leave me here lonely, Maybe the sides of these walls have broken and my pain is seeping through, though i only ask this of you Will you, take my eyes and see my life, and make …
Sometimes i cry for no good reason, sometimes i think i’m falling backwards knowing that i’m going to hit my head on the edge, sometimes i think i have no grounding like im swimming in mid air, sometimes i wonder how special things are and why they dont see them too, i wonder the cottages …