Alpha to Omega (Oberions ghost)
By Neurosine
I sheath my nerves tightly, coat every fear in action, then spite the failure with laughter. When it's time to fall, we don't feel the same about things, when we're all about losing it all, we never speak easy, too abstract to sing. Welcome to the second dimension. It's bleak and mundane, so terribly plain, daspairing about these iotas of pain, and their cohesive effect on the brain miserable in its inaction. What's to do? There's always some answer, wonderfully strange, some unlikely source of salvation. A car or a tree, or some damned bumble bee, or a word, or a whisper, a scratch, at the door never noticed before. A rebirth of the imagination. Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 12:18 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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"I sheath my nerves tightly,..."