A Haunting Thought
Nearly two months have passed and yet the image is still lingered.
Sensuality. Desire. And wanton. Sighs ....
December is near approaching. Snow has made its appearance. Amid the serenity of the nature itself, turmoil and conflict are best friend. They come and go, but would stay more often if allowed.
How best one describes her/his definition of yearning? Especially if the yearning itself is relevance to the turbulence of desire? Suppressed? Destroyed? Or opened and accepted?
Outside the wind quietly blew. Inside the peace it has been constantly fighting for survival. Nonetheless, survive it will, even if the energy has all but been drained.
11/15/03
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