stonedsour's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For Want Of Better Words No sooner had I put foot to ground in a land where I was a stranger to all, Did I pray for an audience with the pain of my wanderings. The complexing solitude of those wordless lifetimes that we transgressed together in that room. Alive to me like an old movie reel. ...Spinning..... ...Spinning..... An allergy to ourselves we were, an allergy to ourselves. Sunlight's innocent compassion, spoke as little as it always had that morning. Though doubtful I confess to being that it could have said anything if given voice or better. It stared as dejectedly at our love scorched faces as we had. A library of the most intelligent and intricate possibilities stretched out before me, with no way of salvage seeming any more plausible than another. It is said that, in the very backgrounds of silence are we most adept in our listening's and so it was true here, but nothing could be said. For want of better words. 2:21 p.m. - 2004-02-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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