Sanity comes in many shapes and sizes. Mine usually comes in penguin form. Following are what I term 'scribbles'. This almost-poetry is my attempt at self-expression.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
De-Militarised Zone
No man's land, Eyes slide. Perception bends around that which cannot be comprehended. An anti-drug, buzz-less. A fluffy white cloud In a missing sea of blue. Drifting, Ode-less. Grief-less, tear-less, No less disturbed.
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