Saturday, August 31, 2013

Silent Truths

It's not often that the night time finds me here, an observer of the obvious, full of obtuse absurdities
along the road, the differences shine
minutia in the moonlight
how stifled it feels
here in my box of silence
the box of indecision
of decisions preemptively made
silent words
spoken only yesterday
signposts to the truth
a truth which may never be revealed.

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