Friday, January 29, 2010

Turnover

Erase it. Go on. Erase it. Not much is left anyways. Just forget about it. Yeah. There you go. It's gone. Are you satisfied? Does is feel good to demolish the greatest possible masterpiece in history? To know that our selfish nature got the best of us once again? Yeah, being human is really great. Not considering the scars left upon the other life. Great. We can't keep our eyes open long enough to ever comprehend the honorable side to us. We never drew the whole sketch. We left out the vital foundation of the tower.
However, denying the past is foolish. No one could look past the remarkable fun we had. Or how the sun was brighter when we drew.

Must we keep living this way?

Or must our creation suffer more?

I miss the entire thought of it.

More importantly I miss you.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

First Time Around

Morning. Yesterday. The time when sandcastles were built and ribbons were floating through space. Now. Afternoon. Today. All is this nasty dead fruit color. The cable slipped. The hands lost grip. Now, all is complete. This is how things are without hue? Is this the true nature? How can such evil lie with happiness, and even joy? The world is dead. The life is a lie. For all is without a purpose if no one decides to seek it. He's waiting for us. He loves me. And you, and that urchin outside. He can restore all beauty. Too bad that no one moves toward the right direction for assistance. Nope, we sit in the dark feeding upon each other. We're gross. Basically.