February 28, 2011

Thoughts to lead nowhere.

You remind me of something like beauty
inner peace that breaths
and a dream he had with her.
He thought this me by of goodnight
was already not realizing
He was a book half written.
Remembrals of non existing days
as if small fairy tales.
He wished they could be his
life and that she was read.

But yesterday was not reality?
and the dream soon became just
another memory of a non existing
person, a non existing place and
a non existing feeling.

Thoughts to lead nowhere.

Maxwell R. Black
February 24, 2011

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