Friday, September 25, 2009

Stillness


I wait for it. That stillness outside my porch, so beautifully alive, yet so full of solitude. I imagine intertwining with the stillness -- smudged with earthly marks. Brief.Pure purple darkness. The ephemeral stillness leaves behind solitude.
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  1. AsoSeptember 26, 2009 at 6:08 PM

    The picture perfectly matches the text and somehow it reminds our walk in the foggy riverside: beautiful, vague, full of secrets, betwitching!

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  2. Z.September 27, 2009 at 12:05 AM

    Oh it really does! The fog covered buildings taking in all of our talk.

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