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time and apathy

Contributed by rightwingbrknwing on Friday, 7th May 2004 @ 10:54:24 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

lines are now fading and as well as hope for a new start, how long can it be considered the beginning without having it begun, how long can I hold off this tomorrow which will never really come, and if it does than the purpose of these months was just a waste of time, and everything's a waste of time because time can't be defined but all i know is brings frustration, because time does not heal all unless death is liberation, and time cannot make things happen only things drift away, time is never of the essence because tomorrow is never so close as a day away, until its really gone and you just have to stay, stay hoping that moment comes back one day hoping that it's less dead than you, other than wait there is nothing anyone can do, oh lover, i mean loved is there anytime left or is it fading faster than i thought, is it here no, oh no, never now this could not be all that time brought. How slowly go the days and quickly go the weeks when life is lived with toatal apathy, life was not made for me, or was I just not willing to mold to life, unprepared, can't be scared if you dont know what there's to be scared of, should it be the ally, tomorrow, or whats up above in the sky, where angels unite and evils die. father, i mean god is there somthing more to this, than questioning the liklihood of the next day, struggling like moths on a streetlight for your harmony, but if it's struggling what kind or harmony can it be?

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Re: time and apathy (User Rating: 1 )
by reprobate on Sunday, 30th May 2004 @ 03:00:36 PM AEST
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sometimes this is the best way to organize your thoughts, a simple little rambling like this may hold some of the best work. this has all the earmarks of being a deep write. keep at it.
thanks for sharing

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