Thursday, August 26, 2010

Forced Mutation

Fleeing to water taking in the air, a salty pungent smell. Street lamps barely light these pages as the sun bids good night to the moon. Loved ones collide and come together, yet here I sit alone.

City lights sparkle like stars before their time. Surrounded by beauty, greedily wanting more.

Turning a page, I learn to care less changing who I am as I carefully piece swatches of fabric together to embody my next act.

When truth means nothing, words unsaid are feelings left unacknowledged.

Now there's nothing

4 comments:

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Carrie Amie said...

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Anonymous Soul said...

"You are invited to Anonymous Soul to answer this question
{What's worse, being forgotten or replaced?}"

Carrie Amie said...

Being forgotten