| Epiphany Outside days pass seasons come and go- winter spring summer fall people making momentary connections; Is there any sentiment worth repeating? Flowers die People die why are only humans mourned? mortality- the great western lie. In my house music constantly blares filling up the dead air, empty idle corners... Silence, the unseen killer. Tedious, monotonous existances- work, eat, sleep live and die in one short breath. ~ 28 August 2002 |
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