Familiarity should be avoided at all costs.
It stops us in our tracks, it beckons and then it regurgitates all that you've swallowed.
It's a dangerous thing...look at it in the face and you'll feel the sting.
She was my muse and never will there be another use
for visualogues nor storyboards,
and for all that it was worth,
it was worth it all.
Enveloped cardboard papers held words that touched the soul and healed the anger,
but never will words spill out in such a manner,
a verbal diarrhoea of emotions that held sway,
with words that pluck my heartstrings today.
The emotional influx is occasionally too much to bear,
ranging from love to despair,
So I stashed them away,
And walked away into the day.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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