Interpretation is worthless
The other side does not battle
It’s war against itself
Oneself?
Do not stand corrected.
It’s meaningless
Like lifeless emotion
Making love
Numb like winter on it’s coldest night
What is—isnt.
Stranded in an empty doorway
And when the sun comes up,
Repetition is inevitable.
Like change without the season.
Being the subject of thought cannot be
Because to be, is to be untrue.
Circling the path once taken
And following the footsteps to the end of no where.
Longing for a place to lay the burdens
But it is infinite.
Space of infinite nothing.
You will never be.
Because to be, is to be untrue.
Yes.. We actually learn at fashion school. Surprise surprise.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Expository writing - Assignment #13
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1 comment:
the fuck is all this gay shit? you guys circle jerk each other too or what? don't ever write something this homo ever againd
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