Mirrormask

Quiet rooms,

tucked away in the depths

of warm, welcoming,

cold house.

Bare

but for the 

click 

of the rocking chair.

Window,

bringing gray, dusty

light, drifting,

settle like snow.

One mirror,

broken shards

scattered,

many faces gaze

up, 

when I look down.

Alternate world, 

land of the flat and abstract,

painted canvas

come to life.

Barred by delicate

barrier,

angels scream fury,

a fiery depth,

no more than

locked away.

The whir of the cogs,

ever working,

time ticks,

ticks,

rocking chair,

click,

steady, a beat,

heart,

life.

Thump,

silence, 

thump. 

Glowing calm,

silent,

all away in the

stillness.

Happy revelation,

unfettered comtemplation,

restraints,

no, 

natural,

masquerade.

Just something I wrote recently, needed to do it, you know. I think it's pretty scattered and all over the place, very hasty because I was /being hasty/ at the time. Thoughts? 

Sometimes I look back over what I have written thus far in this bloggity blog. And it kinda seems like I'm just talking to myself to hear myself talk. Kinda funny :)