Thick and curdled
dreams slip past me inebriated
tell me lies that bind my back
and fill my skies with sonorous bruised
clouds
like cracked eggshells
splintered across an age set before me
the horologe weighs me down
only numbers seem to count
Most seem unable to calculate
one life set apart from the ticking
oh let me be styled by my own reckoning
set aside from the domain of economizing
free from lingering gazes in a fishbowl
I want my own homeostasis
my own diluted
grounds
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:00 AM UTC
Thick and curdled
dreams slip past me inebriated
tell me lies that bind my back
and fill my skies with sonorous bruised
clouds
like cracked eggshells
splintered across an age set before me
the horologe weighs me down
only numbers seem to count
Most seem unable to calculate
one life set apart from the ticking
oh let me be styled by my own reckoning
set aside from the domain of economizing
free from lingering gazes in a fishbowl
I want my own homeostasis
my own diluted
grounds
*an attempt at intertwining words about numbers and time, as well as a little post-grad angst, I believe...
-Angst, often confused with anxiety, is a transcendent emotion in that it combines the unbearable anguish of life with the hopes of overcoming this seemingly impossible situation...Angst denotes the constant struggle one has with the burdens of life that weighs on the dispossessed and not knowing when the salvation will appear. -Urban Dictionary (if I may)