this blog is dead
i’ve had this blasted blog for 3 years now
i move through life with catalogued motions;
conscious beats of my heart
punctuated with beatings of my brain
beware of the allure of the void;
it ends when you do,
and then it begins.
time is passing imperceptibly slowly;
i am pondering what a thousand ruminating minds
have pondered before.
(i wonder if they’ve thought of me as well.)
my words follow a rhythm,
short, stiff and steady;
why must i accompany your melody?
(but i am nothing without it.)