I will continue to exist beneath the floorboards, severed, restless as the sun peeks through the rotting planks life ticks on, hope trickles by.. You broke your promise.
Am I your little victim, Wormwood? I fear no demon.
"Infinite Resignation is that shirt in the old fable. The thread is spun with tears, bleached with tears, the shirt sewn also in tears -- but then gives greater protection than iron and steel." -- Soren Kierkegaard
I wish I was paying attention more to my senses and perceptions of things. I would have loved to pinpoint the moment (and forgive me if I sound overly poetic), that one sinking moment That I lost all faith in anyone and anything.
It matters not the art you will have bought or whether your cross is of gold or tin The weight of freedom is upon man's breast And deep in the midst of every sin
Today I knocked over a figurine of a little boy angel kissing a girl angel One of his wings broke off and his head came off at the neck And had I been alone, I would have laughed out loud at the cosmic comedy of it all.