ambiguous alliterations
This search for significance has become increasingly insignificant. Eyes feel permanently glazed over in the absence of affinity. OH what I would give for these baby blues to flicker with a fire so bright it burns all apathy to ashes. But lately lights and sounds are reduced to fragments and nothing exists in its entirety. Waiting for a wholeness to wake me, to introduce intoxicating ideas of importance. I can no longer bear the brunt of banality.
Metamorphosis of mind is mandatory.
Posted December 13, 2010 at 6:50pm
