Sunday, December 5, 2010
Cerialac, Menthol and a bottle of Sprite.
Through the blunder of our days. The rush of life, sprint of time, hustle of the universe. We ache for a minute of rest. A moment of despora, a breath of thought. As i write this i carry feelings of being cornered. Pickets of confusion, anger, unwillingness are raised. Flags of honor run into battle, crying epic battle cries. Windows of past, present lives shower solutions that make no sense at all. Others soothe our remorse with blurred out images of what shall be. The poetry of sound in the background, the taste of bitterness on your tongue. A breath of smoke blurs your eyesight. The redundancy of failure, little success. The unerring of who you are, what you stand for. The epitome of greatness lingers on your fingertips. Too lazy to get hold of it, it slips away. Rock bottom again. Emotions build, you're there again. You reach out for it and the wind blows it away.
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3 comments:
End of semester blues..
Good piece, I think it pretty much sums up the feeling most of us are carrying around at this time.
True, its like everyone on the same vibe. I think this post was more about how mundane things mentioned in the title, could get us thinking about very un-mundane thoughts. At least thats what i had in mind while writing it. Shmanks for commenting.
good use of vocab. this post is written in a way that makes us notice the little things that we don't notice as we get ready for finals. Good luck! :)
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