The Grayish gloom that resides in the day after the rainy one,
that is my story.
Freedom is a curse.
I lay at the bottom of your deep blues,
yet im breathing fine.
Its the feeling of forgetting something,
and being at the pinicle of remembering.
Its a trick to breathing under water,
the danger constant.
The shadow always standing there in the corner of my eye,
making me remember to forget.
I love the moody and
I love the moody and evocative imagery. :)
I like this. Especially
I like this. Especially "freedom is a curse"
once you see through the illusion, you cannot
turn back. You can be free and alone, in a search for
more truth. Or blind and used like cattle in a paddock.
Neither sound very appealing-