day tripper

further between the lines

it turned into the worst

right back at the start of things

seeing the back of my head led me to realize

every time there’s going to be one more thing to learn

tomorrow waits for no one,

between the years time had given the seasons

between the end, time had forgotten its beginning

she told me everything that had to be heard

she told me never to forget her name

she said bring me security

bring me to the future

tell me all the worries of the unknown

bring me between my thoughts and tell me-

who you are

is who i am

Then, perhaps, because of it, I could remember my life without repugnance.

ferns are taking over-

ferns are taking over-

the Again Cycle

Again, in a cycle of thought.

Again we started with a cycle of thoughts.

Once more- the impression of the cycle of thoughts.

It comes and goes but your reminded that the ending and the beginning will come again.

Again, it felt unusual to reoccupy the same space at a different time.

At the time the cycle is- perpetual, escape is impossible.

You couldn’t realize it, the end was being sketched out, ahead of time-

How could this be- Again?

Something other than what was going on was happening, again-

Irony and humour reflect also upon themselves and so belong in the sphere of infinite resignation, they owe their resilience to the individual’s incommensurability with reality.*52


He had thought he loved her to distraction, he had regarded his passion as adoration; and behold it was only a poor little evanescent partiality.

Mark Twain
life is like glass transparent and fragile

life is like glass transparent and fragile

back to writing-

back to writing-

Sedan weapons training

outside the car you couldn’t see the length of time it had lived through.

with a little smoke and some watery nights even then you still didn’t notice it.

Unassuming, and a weapon in disguise,

on the inside all the true love she had for everything showed and it could be further assumed that this was, because-

but the mere surface of the facade that lay at the foundation was for far better uses.

Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.

v.32 Shakespeare, Macbeth

-the beach looks so much more beautiful, before you know what it means.

living with pain and suffering, is a privilage

everyday, will never be the same-

Everyday will take its toll,

You are no better than the rest, no more lucky than anyone else-

your injuries will never be forgotten-

only the lucky get old,

and senility is the end of the beginning.

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