These fragments of words may someday tell a story of that which was you and that will be me Feeding off the seconds that made those hours we steal a few more to live in these flames Crash into a day where we fall as ash or maybe unscathed
Well written???? That all you gotta say to this compostion of such melancholic significance that at the end i almost choked on my own heart trying to lunge out of my throat to land at sam's feet?
I say you wudn't know emotion if it jumped up and bit you!
(sowwy woman, you just provided such a wonderful platform for me to comment, no offense.)
i think the metaphor of living in a flame and turning to ashes is in a true eastern sesnibility (moth smoke, yes?). and the ambiguity of it being a freedom and a condemnation at the same time - is imaginative as well as it is carrier of lot of truth.
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Well written.
Well written????
That all you gotta say to this compostion of such melancholic significance that at the end i almost choked on my own heart trying to lunge out of my throat to land at sam's feet?
I say you wudn't know emotion if it jumped up and bit you!
(sowwy woman, you just provided such a wonderful platform for me to comment, no offense.)
thnkx both of you :)
beknighted...err i dunoo whether to be flattered or a little scared ...hehhe but seriously your making me blush :D
i think the metaphor of living in a flame and turning to ashes is in a true eastern sesnibility (moth smoke, yes?). and the ambiguity of it being a freedom and a condemnation at the same time - is imaginative as well as it is carrier of lot of truth.
did someone tell you? this is a gem.
truly : )
-bilal
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