these can get so twisted:
intentions, misplaced
like a set of keys;
leaving just a bitter
memory
of the ringing
sound
they made as they
dangled
from the wardens hands,
and a cold
memory
of the day i strode
barefoot
across the stone floor
of that
castle of promises.
bitter and cold;
this handful of
misplaced intentions
remind me just
of temporariness
and my own mortality.
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Good stuff. Love the misplaced keys bit. Hope the novel progresses all ...novel :)
doll, i like the sound of keys... jingle jingle jangle... looks like i found them for you! hehe
I reckon the thing with intentions is that they are either good or bad... perhaps they become misplaced when the outcome of a situation goes a bit haywire.... but we usually act out of some deep conviction....can we consider deep convictions as being misplaced ones.?..sowwy, jus being a devil's advocate...
Darling...sometimes I think I misplaced my whole life...still searching for it :D
Mortality...now theres a wake up call.
Loving it xoxoxo
@ saaleha.. novel progress is a novel feat. lol.. thanks.
@ gg.. what on earth would i do without you, hmm?
@ cc.. lucky devil :P
@ azra.. i figure, whats misplaced can be easily replaced. just get something nice and comfy, tailor made.. easy peasy! and its all good. yea, mortality is that one thing that defines the journey.
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