Thursday, January 13, 2011
Memories Sleep in Dust
These words fall, then sit here entombed, forgotten and in decay. They should run with meaning on others breath, but here they are held up. Stock Piled in the cellar waiting aimless; said, forgot, and re said as something new. Desperate to become meaning but falling short and said when no one was listening.
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Words are lighter than air, and when they leave your mouth they float to Heaven. By your words your spirit makes itself known, and if another can appreciate your words, then you are spiritually bonded with a knot that can only be broken by violence. If your meaning goes beyond your words, then you must establish a relationship through simplicity until there is understanding of the full implication of your soul.
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