It was only in death that i lived a moment.
the last letter outlined too much and so little.
few words would ever be communicated,
its become somewhat difficult to have better days,
Everyday it gets better, every day comes and it was the last thing you said that rang in my ears-
over and over but never quite different
it doesn’t matter-
when things started off
my intentions were complicated
now and then
there are always the implications of my actions
How are you doing today, sir?
Well- or maybe unwell.
So is there anything else you want to add?
Well…, I am here aren’t I? the in-it times don’t come with an example to draw from.
To be direct, it all ended a couple of weeks ago-
The black cloud, oh its a metaphor i know all to well and
if I could just know
what do you want to know?
-How do you know now when it all started? or ended?
I don’t that’s how it keeps me on my toes you know-
well it’s better that way
there’s only one we can know for sure,
of what we know
the flux paradise, a thin slice of reality and its imposition on the dreams of forever-
everything always changes and nothing is worth knowing unless its what I know
Yesterday came suddenly…
The plans hadn’t been made before everything was damaged goods
tomorrow is another full glass of water
Deconstruction of time took years and it wasn’t until my time had run out, that
everything made sense, if only the meantime had been the different times
this statement is false
all the time wasn’t spent in dimensional time and
The word “success” comes from the latin- successus, which means an uphill advance.
Death is the leveling agent-
In my dreams,
we played a game, and you asked me what rules to play by-
if we were alone, we could never have found something different,
It was all the other things
that made me want to be a little bit, different
and it was all those others that made me want to be me
and it now is,
things are never as they seem,
and there are given-s and takes
has weight like gravity and nothing like genocide
it never sounded better than when spoken from your own mouth
thanks for telling the truth its value is not static,
different times call for the same actions,
forget about the slap stick mouth wash, and the blind sided.
and think about it,
what was the real question about?
life, death the meaning-
to live is to die, but to die is to not live.
life was for the sell outs for the up and comers the new kids on the block
oh those girls just love the crazy boys
it means so much to me, to see this- it was just a matter of time, like gravity
the unknown force says, goodbye