Sunday, September 30, 2007

The Place

A mirror, as still waters that give back everything they ever receive. Images as many as grains of sand in a limitless desert, lost forever, never to be recalled.

All the tides of emotion are forgotten, the mistakes, the choices. All these are lost in the depths of the featureless mirror.

Distorted images, flowing back from nothingness. Memory overpowers, the thoughts are not forgotten. The past reaches out of the whirling chaos, threatens to draw in the Lost. The future, with strangling hold, stalks in shrouds of the storm. Lightning streaks across the blackness, illumination, falling...

Nothingness.

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