Tuesday 9 June 2009

Ruins


Sat in my dark little quite world
Some one, tall dark and mysterious
Venturing around, shinning his flashlight
Stirring the darkness
Architecture unfolding, observed, documented
That new sound, unfamiliar and annoying
Familiarly becoming wanted, an undieing echo
Becoming
Light let in, the ruins
No longer dark and dusty
Still wandering these once lonely darkened ruins
chiseling at the still uncovered areas
Hitting the wrong place, using the wrong tools
All the progress, all that was
Crumbles
Light fades once again

When does it all go wrong? When all seems so calm and collected and figured out. When you know what is right and wrong. When the things go the way they are supposed to, but never turn out the way they should. How can life be so simple but so confusing and complicated. The smallest of things that should be so smooth. Go so wrong, become a long bumpy ride filled with endless pain.