Meringue Tower/Gingerbread Crossroads



Thursday, July 28, 2005
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all possibilities end.
i hear the dying breath of every uncaptured whim,
the inaudible disappointment in the sigh of this new mother,
the light bend in impossible angles.
when pen meets paper.

a whole new set of possibilites begin.
The strays from our initial intentions,
the baby you do not recognise,
the antithesis of our very inspiration.
when word meets eye.

feelings evoked
like the infinite shades of colours
a drop of yellow in grey is not
two drops of yellow in grey.

the beauty of interpretation is in its doomed inaccuracy.

- random musing 1:21am

7/28/2005 12:48:00 AM