14 November, 2010

social entropy

I would rather vanish then staying here.
there is no wisdom left.
no hope. no dream. no love. no forgiveness. no picture. no touch. no moments. no music. no meeting. no smiles. no confessions. no rain. no light. no buildings. no museums. no walks. no spaces. no art. no aroma. no taste. no memory. no endearment. no affection. no possibility. no way. no way. never. never again. it's done. it's gone.

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