inkblot

its hard to believe that i am beginning to find a better place in this cubic world. before i tend to bounce back and forth inside this comical sphere...got nothing to lose now, i am bound to dissipitate. i blindly followed my instinct to look for the needle in the haystack but to my despair its more than what i have discovered. i have learned that the agony of pain being pricked a thousand times is nothing compared to piercing sadness.

all is gone, faded like a mist in the winter sun.
i am free to roam and spread my wings across the bed of blue skies.