Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
Where has the lustre of your eyes descended?
What do they seek in murky depths of space?
Shedding tears for an ecstasy that ended,
or the dark rose that fled without a trace?
Do apparitions on the future's veil
draw nigh with fearful pictures of dismay?
Do you distrust your fate, all wan and pale,
because you once were lost upon the way?
Look at the world and see how very few
among its millions…
Added by escarei on December 1, 2013 at 2:43pm — No Comments