still faded sentiments...

from an old blog site...

Friday, February 16, 2007

... is it in the season... when the ivory sheen of the cat has to turn to a lackluster black?, every night she looks longingly to the waning moon... must there be remaining nine lives? must she suffer death each time or can she just skip it all at once... each night the moon looks distant... until the night turned to pitch black just like the bleak coat that envelopes her now... to the naked eye the dark feline does not exist...what kept her waiting in the dark? - el gata negra - jan.18,2007 ... a flock of angels may have been cradling me unbeknownst but i cannot feel comfort for the numbness in my veins... the phantom that haunts my dreams is getting strong even in my wakefulness i can feel its clutch... in silence i was crying out to an angel in deep slumber... -- a wraith in the abyss -- feb.16,2007 ... a blessing or a curse... that i can only write in blood... why does misery fuels creativity - ironic... tears as an ink to my pen...