Little meaning

I am burning insence sticks.
Probably so that the smell of lavender will fill my room.

I have become so comfortable in this area
That it pains me.

The sound of his howl brings me to life.
He's a lot more man than beast.

The doors won't close because I have
crammed them too full with future and present essence.

Nobody will let me be alone anymore.
Nor will he.


Boneata Bell  17/04/2011 17.50

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