Tuesday, January 10, 2012

January 10

Who are you? Where did you come from? The doors were barred shut and guards stood their vigil. How could you possibly get in? In every corner of my being - I can feel you. You are here. When happiness finds its way to my life you rise up like a raging dragon - flaming it out of existence. Ashes remain where joy began to grow. With you dwelling in my life - joy is bound and happiness finds no soil in which to grow. They sprout - they burn - you laugh. Ashes where there was once was life.

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