Unconscience Circumference
By Neurosine
Sledding out to sea, my ego and me, can't leave sadness alone. I must respond, correspond, and ask why? Why does it seem I have died? Why does it feel like a lie, why didn't you, why didn't you try? Intimate with no one, my alien wanders around, wondering why nothing I can grasp, exists in the sound, of one hand clapping alone. Inevitably I begin to rationalize, but can not escape within that disguise, I think Maya's laughing at me. Though I love her.... I still see her veil fall away, only horror remains. To eat and to stave, off day after day after day. Another thing to despise. Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 08:10 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 1
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"Sledding out to sea,..."