Coming Back To Life

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

I took a heavenly ride through silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life


Incorrigible Introvert

I wouldn't pretend I have a worthy tale to tell, I have only the ramifications of a twisted mind to sell.
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5 Responses to Coming Back To Life

  1. what is wb?

    wonderful blog?


  2. ochod says:

    nope…i think it is what bullshit!

  3. Anshul makes more sense, of course, but I like Ochod’s version better :D

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