Thursday, November 14, 2013
13 Minutes
Staring at blank pages
hoping the words will disappear,
trying to lose meaning of what's not there.
Sift through ashes of safe houses,
the ethereal one facing Eden
that I hastily burned down.
Staring down the barrel of a lifetime,
Trigger happy and truly.
Right to the temple, splattered pages.
The pages are no longer blank,
the words have disappeared,
and they still have no meaning.
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I'm aware just how insignificant my thoughts on all of your posts are, however, this is my favorite thus far.
ReplyDeletePS. I started from the beginning, you should do the same and experience the whiplash along with me.