Post by cairo on May 15, 2009 20:53:52 GMT -5
The glass stares back at you.
Amber eyes.
Amber gaze.
Amber, like the
stuff from Jurassic Park.
With the insects in.
That they make the dinosaurs out of.
It stares at you, and you stare back.
A contest? Against who? The amber? Or
Yourself?
One wonders how it happens. Through the
haze and the
days and the
blinkered sense that I am still here.
That I am still here,
and there are bills to pay.
Amber eyes.
Amber gaze.
Amber, like the
stuff from Jurassic Park.
With the insects in.
That they make the dinosaurs out of.
It stares at you, and you stare back.
A contest? Against who? The amber? Or
Yourself?
One wonders how it happens. Through the
haze and the
days and the
blinkered sense that I am still here.
That I am still here,
and there are bills to pay.