Wednesday, September 7, 2011

"Nothing Else Fills"

Trying to catalogue while in the heat of the fight  
The heat of the moment    
Trying to focus on a single drop of rain in an afternoon shower that you know will be over shortly

Every instance, every experience is merely a brief interaction
Never truly touching anything outside yourself
Never truly knowing anything outside yourself

Looking back into the past is only staring at ripples in the water
The true curse: knowing they will fade soon
Urgency to seize this moment

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