Truth hiding under clay.
Vibrations rip the core.
Truth is not vibrating.
Truth is in a box so far away.
The box can be sketched but not found.
Pain, feeling lost, terrified and alone.
Truth is never lost or frightened.
There is no box for the lost.
The terrified will never find the box.
Nothing can break the lost but they are smashed.
Meaningless and alone.
The box is empty, always there.
stillfugue 
#1 by onelovelexy on January 8, 2011 - 5:23 pm
Powerful expression. Great Job!
#2 by Carl on January 8, 2011 - 11:05 pm
Thank you for your comment. It was a bit experimental so I have no idea if it communicates.
#3 by Life: Between the lines on January 8, 2011 - 6:14 pm
Totally rocked! 🙂
#4 by Carl on January 8, 2011 - 11:06 pm
That is nice to hear. Thank you for your kindness!
#5 by Evelyn on January 8, 2011 - 9:06 pm
“The terrified will never find the box.
Nothing can break the lost but they are smashed.”
walking around all smashed, but not broken.
hmmm
#6 by Carl on January 8, 2011 - 11:09 pm
You are keying on a characteristic that is surely spooky. Something to be explored.