Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Simply taking and not giving

It's like the game that if you remember it, you lose.
Not caring is meditation all the time.
It's a bit rougher than a cut between the fingers. When you recall,
it not only rips open but restores you with false hope as soon as it reheals once more.

I need the hope supply blocked and cut off.
Degrading more every passing second like film, I need it to leave not come.

I printed my bat twice today.

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