Another
day, another day, does this smack of evanescence ?
It's the same metro, physically the same, the same bones and the same brain, but something has been changed forever, something beyond routine and banal. The same wheel turning along a different mile? Or the fact of denial and forgetting paying the price of rewinding the same tape of sleepy dolphin music because it's the only one I have?
What do you want? They asked the Sybille at Cumae, I want to die she replied. What do you want I ask myself, I want to live I reply. Because I've already died a thousand death's in the cowardly way I acquiesce with the littleness i least expect of myself.
Something has been changed, even if the dolphin song remains the same.
Sent from my iPhone
It's the same metro, physically the same, the same bones and the same brain, but something has been changed forever, something beyond routine and banal. The same wheel turning along a different mile? Or the fact of denial and forgetting paying the price of rewinding the same tape of sleepy dolphin music because it's the only one I have?
What do you want? They asked the Sybille at Cumae, I want to die she replied. What do you want I ask myself, I want to live I reply. Because I've already died a thousand death's in the cowardly way I acquiesce with the littleness i least expect of myself.
Something has been changed, even if the dolphin song remains the same.
Sent from my iPhone
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