• Confusion


    Counting steps as I walk in where Heaven meets Hell and meet Chaos. Always a challenge and always a boy. Even in his greatest of efforts, the insanity still bleeds through. He cannot help it though, he is Chaos after-all. I wonder what happened to make him so distant. Is it me? What have I said? -- Nothing. No. It is certainly not me. But what is this attraction I feel? It must be his magic…for I could never be attracted to such a beast, could I?

    The lines of our lives tangle, and for a moment, I imagine what we would be. I do know we can heal each other, but it must remain friendly.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Kai’s Poems (3)

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