Thursday, October 25, 2007
consisting of nothingness,
my empty space does not bring me pain.
it does not contradict, speak ill-words, or
bring up subjects to cause me to go insane.
here i stand counting hair strands with no
feeling but yet remorse is there as if i
walk on no land
i felt as if i was exiled, contained no
running from the shadows of my heart to not
isolate as if i'm contained within the
bermuda living within alantis as miyazaki
would call laputa.
the nothingness i anticipated is like heaven
above and earth below.
except that the perfect world is not sins
written in a row.