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