Saturday, November 26, 2005
Overflow
I feel like the river, overflowing the banks. Strange for this time of year, usually the river floods in Spring. Welled up with emotions, that cannot be contained. I guess the stress got to the better of me.
Sitting out in the middle of the river, letting things flow by. Perhaps waiting for an opportunity.
A walk lined with sentinel lampposts, so near the city, but devoid of life. Long shadows eerily cast across the path. Do you dare take the uninviting journey it offers?
I feel like the river, overflowing the banks. Strange for this time of year, usually the river floods in Spring. Welled up with emotions, that cannot be contained. I guess the stress got to the better of me.
Sitting out in the middle of the river, letting things flow by. Perhaps waiting for an opportunity.
A walk lined with sentinel lampposts, so near the city, but devoid of life. Long shadows eerily cast across the path. Do you dare take the uninviting journey it offers?
