words...with themes...

13/3/07
in this silence,
i bleed.
transgressing time and breath
motion and vitals are one,
and i see the future.
bleak and dark
an abyss.
i see my windmill glowing
it's blades cooling my storm.
shielding me from the sun.

19/3/07
it's cold and scary
i'm lost and wary.
in this silence i bleed,
there's a want and a need.
so i search and i look
and i get lost in a book.
i sit in the dark,
i want to leave a mark.

i can almost see it
almost hear it.
it pulses through me,
like an angry ocean
destroying everything in it's path.
i am left stranded and naked
defensless and scared.
but i find shelter in the glow of my red mill
my sanctuary and peace
my pillar of strength,
my home.

random quote: watch me start a fire in the middle of your shade.