Sunday, April 5, 2009

Nirvanna

Tonight the World stands still,
As I crush graphyte onto this pressed paper,
All is still,
All is quiet,
But all is not sound.
Chaos fills this moment suspended in time.
Four white walls.
One bright light.
It blinds me, but I can't stop it.

Finding Beauty in Ugly Places,
Sam.

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