A dream that i have had.
My heart grows eyes, and feet, and hands, packs a suitcase for distant lands. It rips from skin, and tears out my cheast, to journey on it's nobel quest. My hands, my eyes, my body, calm, motionless, frozen, there is no harm to this mortal coil to which my heart belongs. My heart now walking in a distant place, looking for a fimaliar face, which of course it has never seen before, yet he struggles on. The rain comes down, he is alone, drenched in tears and from the storm. He cries and screams to the sky, his words un heard from passer byes, no one cares about his search, and sadly neither do I.
HE SCREAMS! He hurts, he pains, he struggles, for the one pure thing that will eventually be the end of him. it's funny how if we care for something so bad, we will let it destroy us piece by piece, and still go on holding it close.
My heart awakes, where it had fell asleep, still drunk, still sad, still on the street. He trudges on, slowly slowly, but pressing on. His search is for, what we all know, the one thing the heart is so well known. Love. Many have died in it's name, wars were fought and millions mamed. Even Jesus spilt his blood, in the name of this hurtful love. My heart it knows what it does, for the name of this so called love. I am still frozen, calm, and firm, waiting for my heart to return. Who he'll find i do not know, i will no longer be alone.
11:49 p.m. - 2002-04-04
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