Thursday, September 25, 2008
Vision, Distance.
Dying young like the lights hanging outside my window. If someone were found tomorrow, would they go up for sale the day after? Colaberations with themselves through passage of memory. Slipping slowly and slowly more into existance.
Forever is a word a man can say, but can't mean. It shakes and holds, but never releases.
Pale notes on a guitar like the sun tricking us all We would have never said never But light took the day off and we are left to explode.
It's hard to get on with your day when your eyes are pleading to remain shut. Vision is what we live for, Nothing else could be understood without it. Except for vision itself. What does vision look like? is it the center of everything we percieve? is it a existence? where does it come from?
Alex
Forever is a word a man can say, but can't mean. It shakes and holds, but never releases.
Pale notes on a guitar like the sun tricking us all We would have never said never But light took the day off and we are left to explode.
It's hard to get on with your day when your eyes are pleading to remain shut. Vision is what we live for, Nothing else could be understood without it. Except for vision itself. What does vision look like? is it the center of everything we percieve? is it a existence? where does it come from?
Alex
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