Through my lens: Unspoken thoughts

It was a small pebble found at a sea shore perceived as fribble formed out of some ore. It was beautiful and mellow curvaceous and lustrous bright with a tinch of yellow under the sun it seemed outragious. He noticed it & touched it took it in his hand it jumped out of euphoria,oouch! was back on sand. It wished to see him again but he had gone searched him, but all in vain alas! was left all alone.

A thousand voiceless faces cast in the same mold silently urging you to do as you're told. A thousand faceless voices speak in the same tone urging you to suppress the song of your own. Fight to rise above the mob for when all is told and done all you really have to show is d little individuality you've won. ****************************** A journey through time & space, trying to bridge the miles & years, between where I find myself, & a place I used to call home. Hollow shells of brick & stone, shadows of ghosts that were friends, the closer I am to where I was, The more a stranger am I to myself. p.s: taken from "Mix-ology"