Monday, November 06, 2006

the journey of a thousand nights

drown footsteps
into grey dusks
it becomes easier
eventually,
to leave them behind.
there are no parting cries.
closure
is not all that matters.

sometimes, todays choke
wrapping fingers
around the sighs
of the one walking away.
and a thousand miles
is too far away
from the past.

choose burdens

anonymity.

faceless time and nameless people.

a thousand nights
of being too afraid
to sleep naked and alone.
spent walking
in the solitude
of keeping company
with reflections.

walking the path
to find
that the end of the road
is a mirage.

stay unknown.

3 comments:

nina said...

thanks.. well, actually, if you read it without lookin at the image i was trying to convey a sense of numb existance, of not thinking at all.. thanks again..

Anonymous said...

being simple... being anonymous..and jus being !!

im faceless.. i feel nameless..
most choices are burdens.. eventually.

i ve had avg 8000 nites. alone..afraid(dunno.. too asleep !) naked (no comments !!)

and reflections ARE a strong force..

hmmmm and we are anonymous.. jus as the subject is !

nina said...

http://www.denispeterson.com/photorealism_prints.html