Days pass by, swift and silent in the shadows of time. I'm staring at yet another winter. Wandering in time and aging with un-finished dreams. The hollow bark always attracts unseen visitors, they come and go as seasons change.
The road ahead, dark and desolate, just one call that keeps echoing through and through. Familiar pangs resonate to the distant hum.
Monday, September 29, 2008
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