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Monday, January 10, 2005
 
I know.

When these headphones are removed…

I will be submerged in a time of unshakeable silence,
With phantom tones of high decibels still ringing.

I will be alone as my thought slowly lowers itself back into real time.

This is awkward.

I am not idle.

But my thoughts continue to move in a chaotic streamline.

I’m here now so what do I do.

I followed the thing that seems, now, unmoved and broken.
Indifferent but still…

So crestfallen.

Still hopeless and waiting for all these times.

I don’t know why I keep searching for something that I never found.

I’ve vowed, if there is ever another day…
A next time.

My past will never be known.

There will be no questions to suffer.

It’s just as hopeless.

You know?







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