Saturday, November 18, 2006

in the cold light of morning

arlette was a symbol of hope who had fallen to her own knees begging for a salvation. she awaits in dismal silence where shadows befriended lights in rainy rainy nights. when days brighter than sunshine illuminated her journey, she could only feel that there was a hidden agenda beneath it all. come sunny days soon comes drought.

had the world conspired against her ideals?

it was easy being who she is, full of pretence and ignorance. realization was a bitch who had been pimped by life and its manipulations.

good stories don't end with dreams. this one ended with the cousin of death, sleep.

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