Monday, November 15, 2010

blurs

i just love
staring out at the ceiling
some holy penchant that could easily be
your typical metaphor
dare i say that word
unhappiness
is a long drawn out feeling
it lingers in subtle doses
i've had some subtle doses
and i've been intimate with the share
some say that things develop over time
and i'm starting to understand the concept of collapse
never mind this writing
it's all dreary shit
and no one reads it
and i like that
all of this can be thrown onto the internet
and yet it is still obscure.

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