Monday, 6 February 2012

Secret whispers

I often wonder...could it really be that you are not of this world? 

What then of my secret whispers to you?  Those breezy incomplete sentences that tumble awkwardly from my lips?  Those guilty words of foolish hope?

My ribcage hurts.  The mystery shrouded in darkness knocks around looking for light.  Sadly, it comes back empty and lonely, lost and sorry.

You see, one of these days, I will scream...I will scream from the bottom of my belly.  I will scream so loudly that you will hear me, even if you are not of this world...

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