When the curtain falls on the day
Rendezvous with nocturnal solitude. The somber gravity of my thoughts weigh myself. I search with fever responses to my ongoing quest for identity. Old fears resurface I try in vain to flee .... The shelter of my musings is actually a trap designed to sink deeper into myself. I am afraid, terrified even, inaction threatens me and dispersion.
Where am I? Who am I really? Did I do the mourning of Scotland, or even missing those around me?
The gravity of the dark night weighs upon me so much! My heart is heavy and ready to burst into a sob of distress.
I desperately seeking a way out in vain pleasures, until my muse. Is she stayed there with my girlfriend? Fog and lucidity are waging a struggle without thank you. Nathalie Benoit
The February 28, 2006
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