Sunday, December 11, 2011

Unchained wings

its time to leave....to get away from insipid world .....to plunge in assemblage of thoughts that have been twisted tangled in silver strands of freedom.....to see the iridescent memories that flash whenever you squint in sun or moon...to detach yourself from all the people who are just wood painted flesh around you

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  1. pretty rousing words of frustration and anger.. effective..

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    1. I hope it reaches out to the person i wrote this for..

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  2. Looks like u were really in a wrathul mood while penning this one ;)

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    1. I was in a contemplative mood, eager to get away from any thing human..

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  3. I can say that one writes best when he or she is in a doleful or depressive mood ... Sad but true. :)

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