wormholes
these lights do not amuse me, words are useless, they grow old and die, radiating infinity, complicate the day, awake and go mad, find the spaces in between all truth and lies, we are thoughts becoming people, are we merely pieces of paper unfolding? are we merely footsteps? there are oceans filled with all that we ignore, forever containing more, than we can ever be, than we can ever see, i am swallowed by their waves, and go drowning in their souls. Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 05:17 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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"these lights do not amuse me,..."