i'm not sure if the walls are crumbling
or if the foundation is rising.
the last perfect metaphor was about my being a master solipsist
but as the wind gathers
i'm carried away
too easily.
and so are you
but it's unmentioned who puts up a bigger fight.
i've given up the struggle.
i've found a perfect place to hide
where the algorithms finally make sense.
and my lack of being wanted
finally cancels out my wanting to spend.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:17 AM UTC
i'm not sure if the walls are crumbling
or if the foundation is rising.
the last perfect metaphor was about my being a master solipsist
but as the wind gathers
i'm carried away
too easily.
and so are you
but it's unmentioned who puts up a bigger fight.
i've given up the struggle.
i've found a perfect place to hide
where the algorithms finally make sense.
and my lack of being wanted
finally cancels out my wanting to spend.
