One could say many words and phrases beautiful from believing that everything is proclaimed swallowing the drug or drink alcohol is not thinking about nothing to let go like a melting Flake and crash land on this white and black die and be reborn in the summer and cold and yet still believe that there is a purpose to all this
say that vomiting is not feigned terraces and they till their flesh and maybe one day they will eventually kill him and then cross the line that seemed so close that on any given day for weeks and years hydra during wound around these chains and the strength to overcome fading away because there it became too heavy it is even more to make beautiful sentences just roll like stone and slashing with claws to remove all the hatred that makes you choke every morning thinking that this is the last but one continues to die on the road and say this is finally the last bifurcation that behind there is the empty and in a vacuum there is full of silence and peace finally serenity that is lacking for the living and the dead coated in a white shroud
could still yell, but nobody would understand because nobody listens to this is the great miracle of life is omnipotent silence filled with laughter and sounds that make the biggest hole up suffering we could still do so much and say so many words but it comes a point where it's better to shut the evils of credit and explanations coming to nothing
So?
You breathe so hard because this resonates in the head and bruise your heart and you understand what you missed in your fingers numb and selfish he is guilty not to denounce or to reimburse victims there are only those paths that intersect themselves fleeing together others without ever meeting in the eternity of when and why and you may see this as finally holed up in a slender padded room where nobody is afraid of having to console and wipe the tears
And then?
Take one hand and tighten the driver's body is curled up on the outside near the mountains in the snow in the silence of nature it would probably not much a small wave on an ocean of suffering a snowflake in a storm ice or just a particle of oxygen in this endless space
So? There I
mouth and it is with horror that you will see that the only sign that fills the void abyss is a question mark punctuating a chaotic journey that never ends even when the ship of light reached the edges of the universe
And then?
The only thing I could respond to this person that it was me and you that we was a single question mark that I was tracing every night and during all visits of the dead where I am always returned battered but alive sylph of a life without ice after
So?
say that vomiting is not feigned terraces and they till their flesh and maybe one day they will eventually kill him and then cross the line that seemed so close that on any given day for weeks and years hydra during wound around these chains and the strength to overcome fading away because there it became too heavy it is even more to make beautiful sentences just roll like stone and slashing with claws to remove all the hatred that makes you choke every morning thinking that this is the last but one continues to die on the road and say this is finally the last bifurcation that behind there is the empty and in a vacuum there is full of silence and peace finally serenity that is lacking for the living and the dead coated in a white shroud
could still yell, but nobody would understand because nobody listens to this is the great miracle of life is omnipotent silence filled with laughter and sounds that make the biggest hole up suffering we could still do so much and say so many words but it comes a point where it's better to shut the evils of credit and explanations coming to nothing
So?
You breathe so hard because this resonates in the head and bruise your heart and you understand what you missed in your fingers numb and selfish he is guilty not to denounce or to reimburse victims there are only those paths that intersect themselves fleeing together others without ever meeting in the eternity of when and why and you may see this as finally holed up in a slender padded room where nobody is afraid of having to console and wipe the tears
And then?
Take one hand and tighten the driver's body is curled up on the outside near the mountains in the snow in the silence of nature it would probably not much a small wave on an ocean of suffering a snowflake in a storm ice or just a particle of oxygen in this endless space
So? There I
mouth and it is with horror that you will see that the only sign that fills the void abyss is a question mark punctuating a chaotic journey that never ends even when the ship of light reached the edges of the universe
And then?
The only thing I could respond to this person that it was me and you that we was a single question mark that I was tracing every night and during all visits of the dead where I am always returned battered but alive sylph of a life without ice after
So?
© Delphinium March 2010
