Looking around the yard, all I see are grimy fences surrounding me. Tall trees, reaching to the sky, are on the outside of the fence, along with the one road out.
On my side, there are old buildings with peeling paint and creaking doors. Sometimes I think if I lean too heavily on a wall, the entire structure will cave in, burying me beneath its rotted wood.
On my side, there are years of sameness. Same routines, same wants, same broken down castles in the air. Looking upward, all I see is untainted space.
***Management Note: Thanks again to Cynthia!We love the contrast between grimy fences and untainted space.***
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
~Untitled 3 by Cynthia~
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Looking around the yard, all I see are grimy fences surrounding me. Tall trees, reaching to the sky, are on the outside of the fence, along with the one road out.
On my side, there are old buildings with peeling paint and creaking doors. Sometimes I think if I lean too heavily on a wall, the entire structure will cave in, burying me beneath its rotted wood.
On my side, there are years of sameness. Same routines, same wants, same broken down castles in the air.
Looking upward, all I see is untainted space.
(Franiam sent me to this blog. Thanks, Fran!)
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