Looking in hindsight, the world looks jumbled, as I glance over my shoulder the shadows loom, aware not that I am the light they so desperately seek. (C)boringbug

Seven sisters

Longing ahead, a stride of time, leaping through the seven hills, braving the currents, here I sit on the edge of paradigm. (c)boringbug


In the seriousnessI looked aroundthe corpses fatiguedin a smileenraged within. (c)boringbug

Light of the day

In the light of the day, in the chirping wind, the dark alleys glow in the warmth of a firefly Noble souls surround me laden in bed, surrounded by dreams of heaven; I reckon, the day it may not the light may still be, for stood surrounded we were in the dancing hallways; as melody…

Stranded at a juncture

I am stranded at a juncture gravitating towards a thought the likeliness of her. ©boringbug

What am I?

I wonder at times, for what am I? A wandering body, or a wandering soul. – (c) Boringbug