Of musings.in transition.impatient.incomplete.obscure and obdurate.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

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...I write to you because I need to know. what it is I'm looking to know, I'm not too sure. I write because you're the only person - I'm aware of - who I can seek solace from. I know not of anyother. or anything. that is probably why i shut you out. to look for things, not instead of you, but other than you. with you. to look for things I can generate out of my scattered fragments of belief. I look for a figment of my unknown imagination.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

We all look for figments of our unknown imaginations. Hoping and wanting to believe they hold promise. It's just that sometimes we need them to hold promise, more than other times.