| Wednesday, March 01, 2006 |
| flourish |
sometimes in life
we flourish
then in a fell swoop
we die inside
we become all that we hate
and all that we love
becomes all that we hate
and all that we feel
is all that we hate
is that all what we can hate?
sometimes i look at the floor
of the L
and think that at any time
the train can derail and
I'd go crashing down to the Earth in
A metal box
later being buried in a wooden one
or maybe being cremated to cut down
on space.
Weird, eh?
something happened last night
in the midst of all this madness
that kept me up WELL past
my bedtime
but sometimes that can turn into a
burden
burdens are no good when I can't
even think without feeling like my soul
is diving into morbid tarpits full of
heat and noxious fumes
the physical being is flourishing
the emotional self is dying
the overall is just getting by
my drive is becoming something
I hate
and I feel hate for it
but is it hate, or is it annoyance?
that's a fine line.
Now I start my day
Chai latte and the design of humanity
to go, please... |
posted by grey as mike @ 9:32 AM  |
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