You may move the clouds around, or simply stare at the shocked apple.
You may move the clouds around, or simply stare at the shocked apple.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Inanimate.
Would be a great feeling if I could ever be.
Nothing but to view the world from tainted glass beads.
Nothing but to be numb and hollow.
Nothing but to have painted make-up piled on such mask.
Nothing but to dress up to the nines.
Nothing but to gather dust and begone with worn-out warmth from its owner.
Nothing but to feel naught when loneliness engulfs as my white naive dress stains yellow over time.
I'll give anything to be inanimate.
Anything at all.
Anything in the world to replace the present.
12:09 AM