Stumbling into it
By Neurosine
I knew I had fallen, how fast the descent takes place, passing memories and conjectures, a thing, person, place, nouns are really useless here. Falling one hundred million miles an hour or so, right along with everything, clueless and mindless, of the ever changing oblivion. Which surrounds us all. Which we breath, take in, and taste. Nothing is explicable, it's just a momentary case, of existence. A momentary gift, which we transiently waste, asking it short sighted questions. There is no why, there are no answers, the universe doesn't speak with a face. It shows you every moment, at a mind-boggling, exponential pace. Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 02:29 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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"I knew I had fallen,..."