My Log Of Life

It was time again the same old life had called in the same old too familiar a tone. Those tears had been inadequate to quench the thirst of life, the pain it had caused had evolved, it had yet again after all stopping begun. My life was to dangle it had to fall to turmoil - no sense of calmness, no sense of relief - no sense of senses and yet I lived. A new expression was to form, a new outlet was to be born - the pain had to take form and then I started to bleed slowly first but my stigma was far too great so I probed my wound it was never to heal and it sprung into something more something greater than before a fountain perhaps which shall devour everything, anything, devour without reason devour the best of me .. 19 July 2004

She sat with absolute stillness. It was like silence had secretly breathed into her soul. Her faith had been like the water that freezes in the cracks between rocks. Her fault was no more than that of the water, which causes the rock to break as it freezes but then it was fate, so funny a thing, it shines and it shadows with a will of its own, governed instinctively by divine things, things which are far beyond any logic, any reason and perhaps time. Her zeal had fallen to fate and fate had taken its time - now everything had fallen to the ever-deepening hollow of dullness. If only a cry could be heard but silence I guess is a stronger emotion…21 July 2004