WaitingHe dreams in prisons and slivers of light. The world will stand silent for most of the night. He withers away on dust and contempt, still trying to figure out what it all meant.Waiting
The man holds his temper when clouds steal his view. It gives him hopes for the future, thoughts of the new. Prying eyes on the wall do not bother him now, for glassy round orbs can still not make a sound.
The idea of nothing excites his steeled mind. No notion sounds better, no wish he can find. In hours of waiting that fly by with a blink, deeper into the shadows the man does sink.
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"You don't take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it." ~Author Unknown
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_-half at all-_
where is my home?
neither here nor here
but don't forget: THINK PINK
life is bad enough
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