Thursday, December 20, 2012



Walking down the highway
Where nothing's as it seems
Doomed to live my life
Haunted by my dreams.
Turned to face the setting sun
Before it slips away
I'm loosened into darkness
Until another day.
Now I breathe slow & freely
There is no need to run
I can settle into my own pace
Until the morning sun.
Darkness embraces lovingly
A warped & tortured soul
Daylight shines upon so bright
Yet leaves me feeling cold.
So all my life I'll wander
I am that restless kind
As the miles ease on behind me
They also ease my mind.
     --Shayla Kwiatkowski, 1987

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