--v--<@ A flower that grows despite cement holes @>--v--





Before insanity kicks in

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Before irrationality kicks in
with every single inch of sanity
that is left bruised and scarred
let me jot down the bits of emotional roller coaster ride

a little island
peaceful and sheltered
builds upon its soil
towers of urban toils
years after years
it grew accustomed to the ways

But it longs for the waves in the ocean
wonders about the vast stretches of shimmering azure
but never did have the chance

fate has it that plates collide
the island is jolted out of its shelter

it was a refreshing sight
out of the urban toils and old ways of life
to the open ocean

but waves after waves towered and crashed upon the island
peacefulness were destroyed
the island was broken

to be out in the ocean
and for the island to survive
old ways must be destroyed
so said the heavenly being

and so, the island strives on
to build new life
new ways

but waves after waves came descending upon the island
making any effort of restoring life impossible...

and the island
becomes just the barren soil
that once breeds life
waiting for the ocean that it once longs for
to swallow it up
slowly


Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 1:39 AM |



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