Sunday, July 09, 2006
to me,
words are just words.
simply indefinite as fluids;
intangible yet significant.
i hate to admit that i actually swollowed those words,
and now they are making me so sick.
like a turtle trying to escape from its shell,
i can't get it out of my system.
i disintegrate as time drags me away,
leaving traceless trails behind,
as if i never existed;
as if i never happened.
i don't scream because i can't be heard.
i don't show myself because i am invisible.
to you i am nothing,
nothing.
the space between the Sun and the Moon
we will always be.
.shan. [2:36 AM]