On the autumn inside me
Noiembrie 13th, 2008 de Dulu la ora 11:36 am
It’s like redesigning my own words out of these continuessly wispering leaves from beneath my tired feet. As I led myself inside understanding their rustle, I tried cosuming the dry pavement I was walking on. After munching successless for a few minutes on these illusory ideal, fake, non-beautyful pylons of mine, I suddenly choke when beliving I’d be able to swalow them! Every since that very try, since that perceptible belief, I’ve known my feeling was unsuited. Even after agknowledging this excruciating shape of reality I can but forget that scent, that taste which poisoned my thirsty sour throat. I keep loving this universal ulcer and even more than just that I’ve tought myself into admiting, accepting and constructing things, looks, thoughts, emotions from inside and around this actual cancer of mine.
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