The capturer... 2009-02-18 19:34:32 , by Stilltraveler Subscribe to rss feed for Stilltraveler

Within our corners we find sheds of light.
In a circular room our corners are fragile.
We are found exposed & at times fearful of inner nudity.
I'm found listening to acoustic strums & the murmuring 
parade of yesteryears.
I'm found captured by a camera & by a beauty of vision.
I'm left confused & wondrous if my actions would be brave 
where may they take me. Is it possible for me to venture 
into an unknown that isn't certain.
My chest beats my mind races, I tremble at courageous 
thoughts. Yet, I sit. So what else is new.
Wanting to slip into fantasy writing yet exploring nervous 
ticks & shaky thoughts.
Posted: 2013-06-30 16:31:27 UTC

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