Wednesday, May 07, 2008
 | I'm dead I died The fear of death does not become me. Death is like a prize...when? why? soon? how? Numb...that is me I don't know how to love. Pain...I understand Happiness...I get Numb washes over my body.. How can no emotion become your emotion? Amazing in a sense of that sense What is that sense? not the 6th one... The one that you hear but never quite feel. If I felt it I would not have listened, had I heard it I would have never felt it. The sense of something taking over all feelings...just consistently being. being... Being what? Being who I am today? I danced at night in the rain with my head sprung, my tongue tasting what the sky put in my mouth. Taste...a sense...my taste...a joke Smell...I love the smell of Sunday Sight...I love the sight of lovers in a park...sweet seduction and serenity of the mind. Touch...my heart...haha...there is no heart...only touch Listen...to my monastary...the one in my chest...the purgatory I am locked in. They handed me my life like I deserved it... |
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