No. I will not crib.
Lost in the crowds amidst dimly lit lamps, she observes people, in light, in shadow..in tints and tones of sepia, orange and yellow. Faces reflect what the heart doesn’t show, hearts reflect what the faces fail to reflect..a blurry line between the two and then some shades not worth portraying. Royalty and rivalry, revelery and readings- the sly knight, the charming prince, the evil ring master and the whining sidekicks…Lessons to learn, rat race and rhymes..finding a lost dream, some soul and fine wine? Alcohol is not the answer, competetion flies around, credit seekers crying loud, initiators seek a way. Whats good whats not? There’s no answer, because in this world lies another monster..and thats the moster of pretense, sham and shame. Look for truth, like a pin in hay.
Now go figure.
ps: for once i gotta say..i am proud of my blog entry.
this day is special.