Ghost Station
The return to the beginnings of beginnings and its tides of truths will render this soul open to the world once again. The train has left for its destination and left you in a ghost station of echoing murmurs. Muffled voices that still linger, whisper the memoirs of this tiresome journey, some of the whispers… clear and true… but so many of the voices and its tune viled by anger, jealousy, rage and displacement. As you wait for the next train, a million whispering voices scratch the inside of your skull; speaking of the void and its impending evils. Collapsed and masked by the wallowing surfaces of ice. Maybe some day we’ll all understand the mutability of choice and true consequence.
….the end is the beginning is the end… it’s not just a song title..it’s my life cycle…
rEAL said this on September 11, 2005 at 8:26 am