dolorous interludes.

Voyage.

I wish I could articulate the nuances of my heart clearly.

It is difficult even beginning to be truthful on this blank page: my heart sings a merry tune knowing that I have for myself now another timeless treasure, meant only for the reader who let himself into the cushioned chambers of my half dilapidated mansion, while the somnolence of my soul was drenched in misery millions of minutes ago; my mind on the other hand, aches with the awareness of impending doom that befalls all who take empty chances and lose their love in reckless heedlessness. I told myself that it was all mine to give, but look how I waver now. I realise I don’t quite need another ship wreck and have that handsome ship sink to the bottom of the sea bed already so cluttered, but what is the heart to do when all that I have taught myself is to yield to its requests?

I wish this ship had a heavy sturdy anchor; please don’t sail too soon.

posted by voyeur @ 2/22/2005 12:54:00 AM