Posted here will be a selected digital cataloging of excerpts from my red book.
poems, music lyrics, me quoting myself, me quoting others, whatever i want.
soundtrack of the day
Lost at C
this world in which it was beautiful
to simply endure the tortures of existing,
there were those too marred with joy
to contain their smiles, painting days gone by
in the fog on the window.
So there he lay, melting,
caught in the sweetness of impermanence,
adrift, in her eyes.
this shell, this shadow of what truly is there to be interpreted
what a waste
of love, of life
spent toiling in the depths
lost in righteousness
runnning amuck, running astray
by way of comformance
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