...And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been.
I emerged to find the parallels were fewer. I was cleansed. I looked in the mirror and someone new was there.
Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece
when I was lifted up by someone's hand and delivered from the corner my enemies had got me in.
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell that is myself...
From a balance beam - Bright Eyes
Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece
when I was lifted up by someone's hand and delivered from the corner my enemies had got me in.
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell that is myself...
From a balance beam - Bright Eyes
Aurelie - 14. Apr, 22:43
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Raducanu - 14. Apr, 22:50
Das klingt doch sehr betrübt und nach Selbstanklage. Morgen ist ein neuer Tag und die Stunde der Befreiung aus der eigenen Zelle rückt wieder etwas näher.
Aurelie - 14. Apr, 23:14
Es ist Selbstanklage und ich bin noch mehr als betrübt.
Ich hoffe, du hast Recht.
Ich hoffe, du hast Recht.
Raducanu - 14. Apr, 23:27
Krise als Chance lautet das Stichwort. Und Du bist ja nicht allein, das weißt Du doch. Köpfchen hoch.
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