( from: proaudiostar )
It seizes the brain and numbs
the soul;
makes the living breathing world
a hell.
Fingers, too,
and hands and feet
belong to another,
but still persist and do their duties
ritually,
longing to touch again, and truly feel
longing to make contact
with reality.
( from: photoshopessentials )
It will come; it will come--
this curtained world has passed before,
and the waking is so beautiful,
but how I want my life to be
a continual display
of beauty.
But to do that would be to
obliterate memory.
And that's impossible.
So I go on, still
a flashback queen,
that's me.
