what i am is not
as static forms the image
clarity obscures the reality
while falling and flying
to will the separation of the contradiction,
divides the consciousness of my will
parts not apart but colliding
colliding a word with a meaning
energy dances its circle to no where
in the end, the random and disconnected riots
weren't violent at all,
but conducting a crescendo each moment
clarity obscures the reality
while falling and flying
to will the separation of the contradiction,
divides the consciousness of my will
parts not apart but colliding
colliding a word with a meaning
energy dances its circle to no where
in the end, the random and disconnected riots
weren't violent at all,
but conducting a crescendo each moment
posted by la Jill at 8:10 PM
1 Comments:
Is existance ever in such a way as to make itself known or are we forever confined to comfort ourselves in the contradictions that make life beautiful and the touch of your hand so soft.
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