Nooj

Between my shadow and my soul

Hello, old friend

When you've died a thousand deaths,
A certain resurrection emerges from this lifeless soul,
An uncertain friendship develops with death Herself.
You realise the pockmarks that had once been signs of dire infection
Are now worthy wrinkles of wise wanderings
That inspire you to invite Her on every adventure...

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Prixie February 29, 2012 at 2:02 PM  

I find this quite inspirational, actually. :)