Solitude stands in the doorway, I'm struck once again by her black silhouette...
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
One
Shifting rapidly through the great expanse of worldliness... I come to realise that my involvement is not strictly necessary to the survival of mankind...
The rattle and whisper of the mind is rapid and always changing. Sometimes crooning in my ear, sometimes howling at the moon.And yet, though I run a winding road, I keep running into the same ghosts. Chasing down a vision and a dream.