Shanti (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ana_morphic) wrote,@ 2007-03-08 21:21:00 |
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You hung on her arm like the shadow of a person who used to be.
She -- a shadow of the person I used to be.
Perhaps these are not ghosts, but shadows mimicking my movements.
Perhaps this is the Dark making me doubt Night from Day.
Those who choose to limit how much they love are shrouded by the fear of so many past.
Claustrophobic from the deaths of all the rest.
I have done all this in hopes of not losing, yet I have still lost. I have attempted to protect this cushy bubble around myself, with wishes and hopes and dreams and dillusions. Every time i was asked, "What have you got to lose??" I turned to my material possessions or emotional inadequacies and the list was still too long to ignore.
Blinking through liquidated ashes, I am covered in the abhorence of my past.
She -- a shadow of the person I used to be.
Perhaps these are not ghosts, but shadows mimicking my movements.
Perhaps this is the Dark making me doubt Night from Day.
Those who choose to limit how much they love are shrouded by the fear of so many past.
Claustrophobic from the deaths of all the rest.
I have done all this in hopes of not losing, yet I have still lost. I have attempted to protect this cushy bubble around myself, with wishes and hopes and dreams and dillusions. Every time i was asked, "What have you got to lose??" I turned to my material possessions or emotional inadequacies and the list was still too long to ignore.
Blinking through liquidated ashes, I am covered in the abhorence of my past.
