GOING IN CIRCLES

niadil:

GOING IN CIRCLES

Caught in a vicious cycle.
No control over your own life.
Day in and day out.
Round and round you go.
Does it ever stop?
Can you get off?
Yes, you can.
If you step outside the circle.
And dare to be different.

 
 

DEAD AND BURIED

The house stands

alone and deserted,

dark and forlorn.

The moon casts its glow

through the tall windows.

Shadows fall on the

shiny wood floors.

Mice scurry from sight.

Dust mites fly through the air.

The wind whistles through

the cavernous rooms.

Rooms that had once held people,

furniture, and signs of life.

Signs of laughter and hope.

Now the house sits alone and dark.

What could have brought it

to such an end?

Has death entered this house?

Bringing with it sickness and sorrows.

Or has the family simply moved away?

A house holds secrets,

close to its heart.

Secrets that lie buried

beneath its floors

and foundations.

Be careful where you dig.

You might not like

what you find.

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?

Are you stuck in a glass?<br /> So am I.<br /> Let’s plan our escape together.<br /> How come you don’t talk?

Are you stuck in a glass?

So am I.

Let’s plan our escape together.

How come you don’t talk?

 

  • What else are friends for?

What else are friends for?

 

Hello<br /> I’m here.<br /> And then I’m not.<br /> I’m just in your imagination.<br /> Your creepy imagination.<br /> What else should we conjure up today?

Hello

I’m here.

And then I’m not.

I’m just in your imagination.

Your creepy imagination.

What else should we conjure up today?