Sunday, January 17, 2010


With this face:
Timeless, Compassionate,
Solid, Confused-
Wondering what exactly is the appeal
For the world I choose.
The void screams with such benevolence
Yet it is nothing of the sort.
There are
To many people
To many thoughts
And their relationship together
Is seemingly distraught.
I work very hard to just sit here
Sit in appreciation for things
I've never known to exist
And for things I sometimes wish
It's an easy job; Discovering the world
Because nothing exists
Outside of this mind.
There is no other way to feel.

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