Idle, lost information of no consequence in an extremely closed system.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Exiled
Silence is golden Yet silence is still. Time seems to linger with practised skill. Not that I complain, I'm not too agile. It just gets lonely in my exile.
1 comment:
i don't have an eye for poetry; and not even the skills to tell the mediocre from the good.
but this one really rang a tiny sad bell...
power of the written word: i relate to what you felt a year and a half years ago.
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