A kite, riding the wind.
So far away, and yet still connected.
But no one knows if the string will snap,
and when it happens,
the kite will be gone.
To the kite, that is not freedom,
that is wondering aimlessly.
No place to return to,
no destination to go to.
Just like a lost soul.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Kite
Posted by Shadowsoul at 10/12/2010 06:09:00 PM
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