Saturday, 10 January 2009

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  Visions of lost souls, your own and of mine,
  Floating through streams of conciseness,
  In a mist of what were once thoughts.
  Drifting out to the sea of eternal nothingness.
  There's hope! No wait. There! On the shore I can see it!
  Swim towards it! Reach for it! Don't lose sight of it!
  Every stoke brings us back two. The despair chokes us.
  And this is what life has become.
  Is there life beyond the next stroke we take?
  Will we ever make it to shore?
  Will I ever walk on land again?
  What is this all worth and what is it for?
  

  Living day to day, moment by moment,
  clasping to the next because it is there,
  You were so uncertain that it would be there,
  But it is, and you are, and else there is none.

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