To be alone is an illusion, the tip tap of silence seeping away through wiltered cracks of time.
To be abandoned is to be free, liberated from all expectation.
Dive deep into the dark memories of separation.
Hold on to the present, let go of all that passes.
Tread delicately on the whispered breeze the hugs and holds, ride it towards a better view, looking out
on a world that’s too close.
To be abandoned is an illusion, to be alone it to be free.
By: Aralid Roti
Tuesday 16 March 2010
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