In the seriousnessI looked aroundthe corpses fatiguedin a smileenraged within. (c)boringbug Continue reading Corpse
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 travelled through the air. A wind of nostalgia hit upon … Continue reading Light of the day
I am stranded at a juncture gravitating towards a thought the likeliness of her. ©boringbug Continue reading Stranded at a juncture
I wonder at times, for what am I? A wandering body, or a wandering soul. – (c) Boringbug Continue reading What am I?
In the midst of time the pursuit of future thou ignored the anonymity of happiness. Yet looking beyond taken aback it was life that took it all for granted. -boringbug Continue reading Taken for Granted
I am, what I am, for there be or not, I shall remain. (c) boringbug Continue reading Luck