Wednesday, 29 June 2011

The moth will soon be dead

What is it like for you?
Could it be near the same?
even though every frame
is different?

Just like snowflakes

All eyes are liars
do you feel?
Life is perhaps
Reality isn't real
-Not really

I walk through this city
and I don't understand
I turn on my tv
and I don't understand
I stare at the ceiling
and don't understand

But I like what I feel there.


I do..

What's it like for you?
Sometimes -
only sometimes

I wonder

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