Critical Mass
By Neurosine
Critical mass and elegant pain, I can not believe I let it touch me again. Uncertainty, for certain, will sprout from itself, until the truth begins, to flow from our mouths. Those within, those without. So quietly they shout, until it all comes out, washing away the debris of doubt. Craving only a motion, a moment, alone with it all, almost actually existing, outside the emotionamental vaccuum. Nearly alive. Catching up to the dragon. Walk around with its eyes for awhile. No acceptance, no denial, no blame, no trial. Desiring only to live. All energy aligned, combined within every iota of universe, it walks around in me. Neither really exist, what we believe, doesn't matter. we think we come and we leave, while we're simply never the same, every moment we become a diferent thing, and have to start over again. It's pointless to fret over love, loss, and sin, It's a waste of time fearing an end, It is precisely the moment, when a new thing begins. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 05:25 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 13
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