My life,
as ever,
is a parade
in the rain.
Infinity
written for, and edited by, Anthony Weir
Our lives,
by all accounts,
are just teardrops
in unending seas.
Our lives,
by all accounts,
are just teardrops
in unending seas.
An Apology
A mirthless smile.
A bitter laugh.
A return to form, if not to function.
An ironic expression.
An iconic suggestion.
A well-rehearsed round of goodbyes.
And I apologize, my dear, that this mirthless smile is all I've left to give.
A bitter laugh.
A return to form, if not to function.
An ironic expression.
An iconic suggestion.
A well-rehearsed round of goodbyes.
And I apologize, my dear, that this mirthless smile is all I've left to give.
Geology
written for, and edited by, Anthony Weir
Some days I have
difficulty
seeing beyond
my own eyelids.
The whole of reality is a
blurred mass
of indistinguishable circumstance.
All things are one
with my isolation.
I want,
not a fresh start -
but a severance.
An uncompromising
disconnection.
An
unfettering.
To be left
alone.
Adrift in stone.
Some days I have
difficulty
seeing beyond
my own eyelids.
The whole of reality is a
blurred mass
of indistinguishable circumstance.
All things are one
with my isolation.
I want,
not a fresh start -
but a severance.
An uncompromising
disconnection.
An
unfettering.
To be left
alone.
Adrift in stone.
Nietzschean Tightrope
Taken out of context, a romantic act
can be treason, and love
the most selfish thing
in the world.
can be treason, and love
the most selfish thing
in the world.
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