Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Sometimes I can't stop wondering what hurts more: our words or our silences. We stand paralyzed, expressionless faces mask soundless screams as we watch the chasm growing between us. Fragments of an envisioned future scattered on the floor- has all hope of communication been lost?

An ashen cloud covers the city; flames lit the battles raging inside us. Agoraphobic souls in a state of emergency. Shall I give up on you before the dream has had a chance to materialize, should I go back to what i know and feel safe around?

After all the great wars, our armour is filled with holes, yet the iron has become one with our skin. Every time you remove a blood-soaked piece, i sink helplessly into a sea of agony and expectation.

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