Monday, January 21, 2013

Please Edit

I am not afraid to cut

where it is needed.

Speak in clipped lines,

it'll make you mysterious.

My thoughts are incomplete

at the worst of times

and needlessly sprawling

at the best of times.

My attention wavers

depending on how

interested I may

or may not be in you.

My vices know me

all too well. They know

when to find me,

what to say. Together

we do nothing

but consume a most

precious commodity.

Every waking is a testament

to our diminishing days,

to the hopes we have

yet to fill, the loves we have

yet to live. Take in the lives

of others, page by page,

word by word. There is truth

in experience. Journey alone

if you must, grow resolve,

move in all directions

when possible.

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