Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Freedom Has Its Scent


I want a trip inside your head.

To know that everything's okay.

Do you feel anything at all?

I stay wide open at the future.

Hoping it will stare right back at me

To see what it will bring me.

Shadows casted away

I lost the soul that you left.

Flames that burn; Ashes that stay.

The smell lingers on No, it will not fade

Feelings waver & was never constant

Taste & See the universe

Yearning for the change that leaves you empty.

But inevitably you would be back again...


When they say that "Time heals everything", what stand do you hold?


I'm just stuck in the middle for such phrases.


Had a nice refreshing run today.

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