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Between oblivion
personals [ Thoughts ]

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by [laurakm2005 ]

2008-03-01  |     | 

And I find myself between tokens that pepper just a small amount of apprehension and bewildered thoughts until they all elope into my life. Not shared with anyone, not in any particular case, set aside only for myself… make-believe hopes relentlessly tend to unveil. And thus lingering for a now forgotten verdict, the first check-point in a concealed outlook.
He colourfully said to me:
“You don’t believe it, but amongst everything, there’s still someone who doesn’t smile. That gorgeous being, for there is no other way to put it more proper to define her, was seeking to seize my eye some mornings in the past, still I wouldn’t care. You think about nonentity when suddenly she jumps out of nowhere, while every other soul vanishes from sight and… that is now. How could grey become black by just a clap of two unfamiliar hands? And then she caught me for good. “Do you remember?”” he looked downwards lacking the power to utter another phrase.I talk in riddles about whatever thing; I could even portray that smile in more that 1000 words with a solitary glance inside a day of January. That personage about whom I speak has a brilliant drama near merely a gaze; so stare and give yourself away without that purpose, not incarcerating the similarities we both share unconsciously. You are beautiful, I tell you”… and those are his first lines united in oblivion.

And again I find myself between mirrors that spread rumours in the distance.

Friday, 29 February 2008


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