Thursday, 21 February 2013

 
Cross

Tonight I sat in a church, staring at a golden cross. I prayed because at this stage of the game, there’s nothing to lose. Maybe if there is a point to all this shuffling pain we endure, there is everything to gain. I sit amongst hundreds of smiling faces but I’ve never felt quite so alone. I float and drift as songs colour the days sights and interactions. I Am Kloot ricochet around the high vaulted ceiling, their sound lost in the cavernous space. Even stars die they say.

We all have our problems
Some big, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the cross

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1 comment:

  1. You're not alone, Harry.

    http://tmblr.co/ZSDuIyZaEutW

    Rowland

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