Photo By Igor
alone... on a desolate, barren land from which there is no return...a land where there are no thoughts but those of escape and no feelings but pain and misery...a land where there exists no freedom and the chains that bind are unbreakable...a land where an ounce of peace is answered with a pound of sorrow and lonliness is the order of the day...there is but one answer and it has not yet been found... the paths of this existance are many, but none lead out of this land beyond the grasp of time and space ...in your heart you know loss, in your soul you know longing, in your mind you know you yourself are the cause, the very reason you're a prisoner...you've spent your life on a wheel, repeating the same lessons without learning to avoid the chains that bind you to your sacred torment, the wheel itself, and therefore continue to allow your personal demons to subject you to the repetition of your own mistakes, all the while cradling your fears and embracing your distresses, alone... on a desolute, barren land.....
1975©2005 By Casey
(: A cAsEmAn PrOdUcTiOn :)
