Thursday, March 8, 2007
on sadness
it is nighttime. i am walking across a plot of land without grass, without trees, covered in deep tire tracks. the earth has just been cleared for the destruction of a house. the tire tracks a remnant of the destruction. it is cold and poorly lit. the land is barren and lifeless. i wish i could cry, but i am unable. i am numbed. unable to be happy, unable to be sad. drugged either way. i wish i could feel.
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Since your header encourages the commenting to random content, I suppose I'll comment just this once.
ReplyDeleteNot that I'm into poetry or mangled grammar, but this post has depth and a large vocabulary, making it an overall pleasant experience.
If, you know, you like sad stuff.