Thursday, December 1, 2011

HAUNTING MELODIES


it's times like these when the night seems to stretch on forever, and gaunt wispy creepers of the mist gently unfurl themselves to burrow down into your soul. when even the crickets stop chirping and the wind ceases blowing, and you fall into soundless isolation.

making you feel so alone in this cold, dark, desolate world.

and this quiet poignance just cascades over me like a silent waterfall of sorrow, sweeping away everything in its wake.



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