Those pink 'cudas always look great in photos.
Wouldn't want one, but love looking at 'em. Go figure.
Yea I know, some things are better that way.
Maybe deep in my subconcious that truths has a small grasp..
In Man’s heart is a little room.
He has named it
Oblivion
And things are arranged along its wall
That he does not wish
To think about.
Every time he pushes something in there
He closes the door very tightly.
But in hours when he is weary,
In the hours that walk around some midnights
When high fires have burned
To a low flicker
Then the little door swings on its hinges.
And no thing
Will make it stay closed
All of the time.
When he is near death
All the Velvet-footed Wanderers in there
Join the throng around his bed,
“We will not die,” they whisper
To one another.
While Beauty waits with drawn lips,
And dry eyes.
But, there is heard
The patter of a little sad rain
In her heart’s garden
Where some little flower buds
That were once thinking of the sun
Will never open
Because man keeps a little room
Of oblivion in his soul.
- The Little Room, Opal Whiteley -