they can't stop crying.
it took such a long time.
tears flow, flow, flow,
my heart cries,
when i read:
solitude
journey
movement
modernity VS traditional
reflection
form and structure
i don't get it,
i don't get why they can't get it.
why can't things be taken in a simpler way?
why don't they open the box
and see that it is not just a box?
that it can be flat,
and we can all sit our ass on it, flat.
should i leave it?
or see it through?
should i learn to accept it,
but wash it off with tears?
boo hoo hoo
"Build a casket for my tears"
from Poe, House of Leaves soundtrack
reader k | 5/11/2005 07:49:00 PM |
