So we go to the other side of the mirror.
My favourite place.
Once more.
And I get to take my time.
For the first time.
A high price...for your luxury.
And the woman may be so awestruck.
And the woman may truly care.
But the woman is so tired....that the woman disappears.
But not really, just short walks in the mist.
Every once in awhile.
As you read, know that these are my thoughts
But that they can also be interpreted however you wish.
You know, I love that.
Mystery, meanings unclear, abstract.
Weaving a web that is my own
Beginning again
Like some intense recording session.
This is my work.
This is my heart.
It is enchanting.
Enchanted.
I don't know if these are meant to be poems or just some thoughts written in that sort of form, but honestly i love them, and i wish blogger had a button haha
ReplyDeletei read this one twice and each time i always linger on:
"And the woman may be so awestruck.
And the woman may truly care.
But the woman is so tired....that the woman disappears."
i also like how you said it could be seen however you want because i always read in a way that speaks to me even if that's not how you mean it
(sorry if you feel like im creeping on ur blog ha)