Your eyes are supposedly the windows to your soul or something like that....... mine also happen to be my soul's window to the heart; and how nourishing a view they offer. This log, at inception, is supposed to record the outpouring from my soul.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Sooooo tire........
the train's done came n hit me today crushed me n took all me strength away Should have seen my body go sway this here then that there way trudgin from morn to end of day Darkness come..... swallow me up I pray
There's something hauntingly beautiful about this verse...almost frightening. I hope your dreams be sweet and no motor-n-coal-powered lights in that there dark tunnel of sleep
only irate neighbors banging on my ceiling or floor or wall (not sure which) apparently they don't share my love for loud music. Now I can't sleep... n my throat feels like a concrete block's stuck in it.
3 comments:
There's something hauntingly beautiful about this verse...almost frightening. I hope your dreams be sweet and no motor-n-coal-powered lights in that there dark tunnel of sleep
only irate neighbors banging on my ceiling or floor or wall (not sure which) apparently they don't share my love for loud music. Now I can't sleep... n my throat feels like a concrete block's stuck in it.
this is a good one!
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