I've contemplated writing a novel to follow the life of a person as the slip into madness. Some sort of fictional story to watch the slow descent into the dark. However, as I look around I find myself slipping into apathy and ambiguity not to mention madness. Should we all watch?
Friday, December 12, 2008
Hope
The falling sun dips behind the hills My restless heart for a moment stills The pink the orange slip into Gold As my weary soul feels too old The beauty found with in this sight Is just enough, to keep my hope a flight
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