Boredum at Rocky leads to writtng.
Blurred Faces:
Time flies by so fast that figures in front of me get some what blured.
Faces I once knew are strangers to me now.
Everything I believed in is caught up in a whirlwind of color.
It's as if I am standing outside myself. I'm looking at a blurred face that was once me.
A figure that once held my heart, my soul, my knowledge is now empty.
I look down at the body of someone I once knew and now question it.
At times the blurs clear and for a short time, it allows me to see the faces.
Faces of the friends and people I love.
Their frowns, their smiles and it makes me wish that time could always remain steady.
Always allow me to see their tears and bright happy eyes.
But as fast as it comes, it goes. It leaves me again outside myself.
Looking down and yarning once again to see the clear images of the ones I love and the chance to be who I was and will be again.
SND~~ 6-18-2005
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