shades.There is no rainbow for me,to pave the way and guidethis tattered, tired soul back.Stumbling over clouds of gray,wandering farther and fartheraway from the warming glow.The darkness surrounds me,taking me into its cold embrace,feeding upon my growing loneliness.My hands, they have lost their touch.My feet no longer carry my steps.There is no resistance. No more fight.Left to the vices of sweet solitude, the void pulls me forward (or backward?)toward the end of the beginning.There is no rainbow for me, to leadme back to where this soul yearns to be.The eyes, tainted and corrupted by thelies society fed, they
incomplete.So many empty words uttered.Pointless conversations had and interrupted.Endlessly ensnared by saccharine euphemisms,true intent never frequented.How many sleepless nightshave we let slip by our bloodshot eyes?So much time wasted wallowing in what if's, should I's, and maybe not's.A pity it's too late now...
run_l . i . v. e .Sometimes we live too much,Drowning in that golden sweet nectar filled to the brim.until we are intoxicated... p o i s o n e d}{p r i s o nby that which forms the crux of existence.We live and live and live,until live becomes but a live reality show. The writer becomes the script. alive reality show.Connected by wires and satellites, traveling via serial buses [too expensive. too many pins] The truth is: we've never been more d