Thursday, May 10, 2007
The test are passing and fading away so fast like torrents of rain flowing fast and free. Seem to be absorbed within this mini gust with many mirrors, looking into them, reflecting the very lone image of mine, projecting that exact same guilty conscience i always have. I always know it is within me, that culpable devil which is to be blamed. The mirror is smashed into smithereens and from those broken pieces; I still see cracks, memories. Those scars which can never be wiped out, never be healed. Without a doubt I tried… With all my might I flutter. Still it is my effort wasted, my exertion flushed… i really hoped the following dance pratice whould bloom further happy images within the stigma, signalling for better things to come, to enjoy...
Posted by bryant at 5:18 AM