Musings

"Horses are born but human beings are not-they are formed" Sophie's World. A Novel About the History of Philosophy

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Unfortunately there are too many bonnet-totting horses parading around on two legs.

~Musings of the Lat~

The So-called Weed

Romantic notions defenestrated .
Still, under the ledge, they grew and bloomed.
Implanting its roots slowly and silently in my life,
For everyday, its them I see.
The leaves unfurled and the process starts.
Till one day, a crimson bud peeks out at me.
From seeing to tending.
From indifference to something more.
But the question is...
Is it still mine?





30/07/07
11.55 PM

Sneaking Out

Its noon at night,
and the moon’s out of sight.
This to me, matters not.

Soft silent steps,
The slow turn of the knob,
And a silent click.

I was out at night
and wasn’t caught.




29/07/07
3.46 am