Lost/Stuck
I've writhed myself into this one. An unforeseen adversary that I twist and turn to avoid, to outmaneuver. But I'm eating my own tail as I strive towards freedom. The more I fight, the more time passes, the more I find myself consumed.
There is a litany here, of profanity and curt denouncements. Proclamations of uncertainty and statements of false meaninglessness. But it is smoke and mirrors, and sad ones at that. Like the old relics of a carnival long since abandoned.
It doesn't burn, I don't yearn, but there it still is.
Emeralds wrapped in autumn.
I can't look away.
Written On: Home Computer
There is a litany here, of profanity and curt denouncements. Proclamations of uncertainty and statements of false meaninglessness. But it is smoke and mirrors, and sad ones at that. Like the old relics of a carnival long since abandoned.
It doesn't burn, I don't yearn, but there it still is.
Emeralds wrapped in autumn.
I can't look away.
Written On: Home Computer