Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Nothing is ever final -
though we try to bury
the past in all it's brillance.
It will come to haunt us,
at all the awkard moments
where ingrained patterns
rise to this surface
of present time.

It arrives, unexpected now
for it creates rough surfaces
and alters once smooth paths.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.