so much time has come and gone in this world around us, it stood still while i removed myself
standing still, rushing past, or leave without a trace
no choices, my presence will leave a stain
removing myself is bliss, but the return is always waiting
forgotten the happiness i left, the misery embedded itself, always with me times past and present
worth it? yes the short time of bliss is my haven. nothing better, even the good times long ago, even a single moment of bliss, no misery is the nearest to an eternity of nothingness
it will reach me or i it
the right time will arrive, but when? tomorrow? a lifetime? i can wait, but how long?
impatience, impulsiveness will help me along. today i am anchored beyond my control
dropp all that sustains my mediocre, low life, i take control so i can lose control and let that impulsivity take control again
when?
(august,2003)
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