I don't know if what I am doing classes as living, classes as
enough; for I am all too aware of time passing; standing
attested, arrested by people purely expanding as all I do,
when held against dream's nostalgic playing field and
childhood's uncertain scope of vision; silver concrete
wonder at the world being round, that this life
now tastes uninspired, anaemic;
excessive only in its own
insignificance,
truly.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
I don't know if what I am doing classes as living, classes as
enough; for I am all too aware of time passing; standing
attested, arrested by people purely expanding as all I do,
when held against dream's nostalgic playing field and
childhood's uncertain scope of vision; silver concrete
wonder at the world being round, that this life
now tastes uninspired, anaemic;
excessive only in its own
insignificance,
truly.
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