Tuesday, 15 June 2010

Where are you?

They say the darkest hour is the moment just before the dawn but sometimes i fear that the light will come too late. Greeting a face with faith absent, hope a stranger to abundance, illusions dismantled, experience poisonous and memories sour. Im fed up of having bruised knuckles and split lips, being painted to appeal to others scripts. Restore me. Show me that unconditional still exists.

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