don't look happiness in the eye she's a shy and
fickle creature
broken hearts fall apart in the dark or through
poetic art
memories they cling like wet silk on warm skin
I crawled through the keyhole that unlocks my mind
just to see what was on the other side
there lay a landscape without a horizon
grey, undulating and infinite
no defining lines of black an white
no arrows of yellow on the asphalt to show the way
has there ever been a trap as to match the trap of love
It's all smoke and mirrors a magicians slight of hand
a carefully crafted illusion
welcome to the the dance
cast aside caught up in the tangled web of life
hard to live with the regrets
where do I go from here I asked the man behind the curtain
anywhere
just pick a direction and keep moving forward one step at a time
~ D Donner ~
where do I go from here I
where do I go from here I asked the man behind the curtain
anywhere
just pick a direction and keep moving forward one step at a time
... If my house were to land in the Land of Oz, I would be hard-pressed to attain better advice than this.
Keyhole crawling?
Is that still a thing? LOL
Liked the metaphors and the idioms. 400 looks good on you! - Lady A
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