A natural object or an artifact not originally intended as art, found and considered to have aesthetic value
I went through my old laptop folders, and
came across these old poetries of mine.
I found this one particular poem I chalked when I was still in perth..
the comings which marked an epoch in my life.
I remembered where I was and where I wasnt,
what I quenched..and what I abhor
Looking back, I'm GLAD, here.. life has found me.
at this juncture of undoubtful pleasureless pain..
everything I never imagined life would be, but everything my soul had desiderate ..
the life of my own.. my territory. pigmy but mirthful.
Blinded by me
im fighting my world
helping myself see
all the colors outside this window
everyones telling me how beautiful they are
im still waiting
for the day when i can see them
its still raining outside
does it always end like this
or is this just the beginning
another chapter? another story?
i never thought my chapter would begin here
my distorted view of life
my biggest mistake
those beautiful colors
will they ever wait for me...
23:29 12/03/04
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