Saturday, July 4, 2009

Diary of a Companera (2)

There is an eagerness to incline towards apathy - always a comfortable distance separating fulfilled lives from that of a harassed identity mired in a circumstance that time renders tediously normal. When solitude embraces you with compassion, the butterflies disturbing the breeze with their fluttering wings become a parody of truth.

The paper faces melt in the rain, and the echoes soothe only their alienated owners, sheltering them with blissful oblivion.

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