Friday, April 3, 2009

the futility of a human heart

I don't know if it was from you that I learned how strange and sad life can be.
this is with a brain almost fully aware, pulsing like a heart with the futility that is eternal.

everyday.

each pulse
a singular ache, another pound of pressure on an already neurotic soul.
certain moments stand in stead of the increasing effect-
moments which only come to me ceaselessly at night.









au revoir

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