White Mist
By: Xevithirus Hostillus
Puffs of white mist float careless and free,
Pushed quick by the gust that ruffles the trees.
Ive been trapped by another mans dreams.
Held back by shadows of time, it seems.
I watch as the insects march to and fro.
Each obstacle, they know where to go.
I hide in crowds, yet always alone.
Words in my head sound worse on their own.
Always searching for something to be.
The world has been corrupted you see.
One day living the way that we should,
Will not change the world for worse or good.
Fighting with bricks will get you nowhere.
It isnt right a
im never on here anymore, so yeah. i guess you could say reeaaly slow. ive been working on a script for a short film i want to produce. Problem is, i haven't any actors, nore money to even rent the equipment ill need. haha. again...reeaaly slow. ^-^
well, you could always ask for volounteers. Team up with people who want to be actors and film makers (Preferably ones who have materials to do so) and see how far you can go.