Friday, April 09, 2004
you've no idea.
really.
probably because i can't explain.
but that shouldn't matter.
although it does.
see. people can't know.
what it is that they are.
that people are.
'who are you?'
such a silly question
how do you answer that one?
there is no way to properly explain
oneself
not enough words
or time
time
moves so rapidly
and people
lose
everything.
but we don't shudder when we
think of it
and we don't weep when
we fall
because nothing
matters
not if we're gone
or here
and missing
everything
we once thought
possible
possibilities are
endless
and that is
what opens the
world to us
makes us sick
with furious joy
all that we once thought is
but a silly mark
in time
the blackboard scratched
by human fingers
only in the corners
where it doesn't matter
making us feel insignificant
and yet important enough
to make a change
to matter
somewhat
before we fall into
the expanse
that once was
and erase
ourselves
from existence.
ah. to breathe
to think
to exist
for a moment.
and here's my
emptiness
that is all.
nowhere man 2:24 AM
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