Passions in Prose |
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The Confectioner's Aim |
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Clang Member
since 2005-12-15
Posts 222 |
I put layers on this cake, swirling frosting like roadways that lead to places I have been. I paint them there. Each day, each song, the carresses and longings, and memories intertwined and mingled into a confectioner's foundation. Purposefully, I retrace the paths and go over and over them again, until the original design is lost to me. It is survival, a methodical retraining of my soul. Soon, I will be done and will placate my oppressions with a slate that is clean. Only then, for the second time in my life, may I pile on a new cake to begin to swirl anew. Quirks make us interesting! |
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LittleLotte New Member
since 2008-04-04
Posts 6 |
it's funny how the mind adds meaning to the simplest, most repetative actions.. if that makes sense.. - great job capturing imagination, I enjoyed reading this (a few times ^^) |
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