From the origin of the soil to

Far off yesteryears, her

Travels have been confined to

Places in her mind; The

Destination where she seeks

Solace and yearns to apparate to.

Magical mist and surroundings

So pure, await their

Arrival, yet they remain

Bound and asphyxiated within

The jungles of concrete masses,


Forever and again, their souls

Brimming with dormant zeal

Tracing their every move as an

Aura of stress envelopes their

Rusty halos and unnecessary

Compulsion causes Pain.

Unknown, they lie everyday,

And somewhere in the process,

If their minds do not soothe and

Heal, soon a fragment of their

Fragile hearts will

Die and then perhaps,

Wander across the Universe.

x EdgyShark x


About edgyshark


Posted on December 9, 2010, in Existence and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

    It’s like blowing of wonderland dust ^_^

  2. Wanderlusting too.! 😛


  3. Profound and cool!

  4. WIN.
    Joys of travel, woof. Big yay!

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