Unknowingly forfeit the glory.

Purposely stop the path of freedom.

Lock myself in the madness.

Happiness I swirl in, and it I stir.

But the tears come silently when I cannot hear, when I cannot see, when I cannot think.

This body has yet to see them real.

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Friday, March 20, 2009

Six more minutes

 Six more minutes until the end when the bell comes. I can almost hear it now; I can see how I would quickly close this window and sling the bag onto my left shoulder. I can feel the phantom weight already.

I wouldn't say nothing ever changes, for fear that I would have to change it. But observed or unobserved though they may be, patterns of a dullness present themselves in my head. No new wonder or truly inconceivable thing I have ever seen: in the appreciation of escapist entertainment I suspend that conviction in order to indulge. In order to not feel the tension of reality for those few seconds. I wish to impose the same using my capacities in the future. Do I want that for me? For others?
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