… and I move along

Running away from the shadows of the past..
driving down the hill onto uncertainty, I move along..

Building castles on the hazy air around..
Crafting the new life from the fossils left behind, I move along..

Cutting out the broken parts…
Shedding down the dead leaves, I move along..

As the reality dawns with the growing dark night..
and the picture becomes clear, I move along…


But, boy!! I can’t sleep..


…for one last time.. blogging from XIME..


  1. The second stanza was simply amazing! Loved it! 🙂

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