It's bizzare.
To be in a room full of people...and nothing.
Substance.
Aching.
Want.
Traversing.
Everything feels so fleeting.
Moving, colidiing
and crashing.
Everything leading to this climax
this unknown
and unexpected
which will thrice be revealed.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Poetic Revelation
Labels:
hoping,
Pain,
poetic revelation,
poetry,
Stupid Poetry,
unexpected,
waiting
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