what to give to grasp

No reason to live.

No reason to die.

The throbbing infinite thoughts that swell the very obliged veins that feed on precious ideas, like a fragile pomegranate being split coarsely-too many questions, nearly an addiction, so entirely that if it were my desire to stop, this wouldn’t matter, no, I couldn’t. I can’t. Inevitable, I may leak from the barbed and wired fences of sanity outpouring fears and fate, complements of doom-I ponder-I must avoid as my only other options would be demeaning, ignorant, and effortless.





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SophiaCross said...
May 1, 2011 at 9:32 am

Really deep. Love it

 

 
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