Thursday, April 29, 2004 |
Remnant |
One last look
at the room,
memorizing its features.
My feet lingering
for a few sweet moments,
feeling its strangeness.
I turn and
close the door,
the knob warm in my hand
Eyes forward,
my strides confident
toward a new direction.
My poetry book
clutched to my chest,
my most precious belonging...
next to my scars.
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posted by Rax @ 23:40 |
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knowing but not intervening... |
About Me |
Name: Rax
Home: Makati, Philippines
About Me: I am many things: aspiring poet, advocate, lawyer, with a good grasp of reality. I am also passionate when it comes to chasing dreams. After all, a childlike imagination is just something I cannot outgrow. Which is why I write(...and refuse to give up anime, fantasy novels and video games... :P)
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