leaving wounds…
like a nagging cankerous wound
morphing into a useless piece of scab
falling, leaving only a salient numb lump
as an eternal reminder of a scar,
loneliness too does ebb away…
Waiting for illusive sleep…
an insomniac’s scratch paper of lunatic ravings, maniacal obsessions, pathetic pleadings, sick desires and morbid realizations…
What does a scanner see? Does it see into me? Into us? Clearly or darkly? - Peter D. King
Sleepers talk...
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My blog is worth $9,597.18.
How much is your blog worth?
Wound heals but the scar remains. Loneliness is often there; the only way is for us to fight it and claim our rights — happiness.
wounds are acceptable, they bring forth pain. If only there would be no scars, better it is never to heal.
you are amazing…
I would very much like to see more posts, but perhaps this poem and photo symbolize this blog’s abandonment? I truly hope not…
The crater says something
crevase speeks some oddities
no,,, it’s just me in silly
day dream
Nice Mayang – morbidly
We’ve got to start blogging more. I miss you.
Захватывающе. Зачет! и ниипет!