Page 4solitude #4this skin-thin boundary surrounding me defines me keep me apart responsible alone keeps me from perfect union with anything and these feelings are mine unshared unsharable in life and if I were to tear away this barrier I know my thoughts would grow skin plaid everything is singular physical in my Creation and the communication of me falls prey to the confines of the words and actions translations and interpretations and it saddens me to know that nobody Here will fully understand on strife he whined to her that she was making a mistake and it was all I could do not to yell across that they were both petty and selfish so I punched him instead and asked her if she was bothered by the man not that I really cared but if I break his face I break her heart jealous of the moon it must be nice to change your form and mood within a few days' time. whenever you do it, men are happy and women say it is tradition. whenever I try I get put away until I have calmed down proverbs "Great oaks from little acorns grow." she said this to me as if expecting me to change right on the spot. I threw up. Remembering the death of Nero The silent day weeps and the nothing-crystals of dreams trickled down the pane and trick No into believing Forever. An exhausted earth toothlessly yawns, and countless forgotten glories, elaborate truths, and famous nobodies ooze from between the lips. Remembers of When dance on snowflakes with the brilliance of longing and hues of hope, but colors run in tomorrow's water as they swim through the streams of thought, leaving all to forget the trials of peace and the death of immortality leaving behind all to ponder an extremely delicate situation proof of Her when I push on the inside walls of thoughts I sometimes feel a kind of pressure pushing back. |
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