5/5/11
oh, on the note of youth:
why are you always an afterthought?
you ever wrung your hands around my throat and screamed 'relish me!'
no, in turn time has not 'progressed' in linear fashion, but as pieces of some mad puzzle dourly handed out in random fractal order.
assuredly, we all try to live by our own measure, though most have colored opinions thanks to modern romantic sentiments and silly hollywood romantic comedies. but, then again comedy is characterized by an element of tragedy, isn't it? i digress.
it is my humble guess i will never concretely understand opportunities forgone, although i've tried to force this puzzle due to my damn fiercely stubborn heart.
maybe our ability to comprehend the past is a double edged sword?
liberation remains illusion
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