everything worth living is dead
in this meandering excuse for life
we walk
without purpose
without a sense
of anything important
or seemingly distant
for
nothing more than an evening
that will realise
after the long withering day
of unused parables
and disproportionate excitement
it is here we walk
without purpose
in these worthless lives
we walk
without purpose
without a sense
of anything important
or seemingly distant
for
nothing more than an evening
that will realise
after the long withering day
of unused parables
and disproportionate excitement
it is here we walk
without purpose
in these worthless lives
posted by Sharad Ragas at 11:56 AM
2 Comments:
That's a sad thing to write.. and I'm too scared to call it true.
It was one of those stupid moments of clarity, though now lost to the delusions like gaiety, glory and grandeur.
The world is beautiful again, ignorance has been summoned.. bliss has been regained. =)
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