Standard Posted by LMelecio Posted on 01/08/2014 Posted under Poems Comments Leave a comment Time Across from the window it sat alone. Mindful of all. Forcibly comfortable in a paralyzing jest. Elements have passed on and through. Softly letting what can no longer be. Showing what is now costly to be free. Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related NaturePoetry Post navigation ← Length Video Games With Backwoods Internet: A Thoughtless Ramble on Current Video Game Affairs → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.