"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Friday, July 27, 2012

Empty...

Half empty bar
Half empty beer
Half empty heart
Half empty life


Disposable
Dispensable


Moving furniture around in my soul
A renovation of being
Can my body handle the change?
Or…will it collapse into itself from the strain?
Into a cavern of emptiness
A blighted spirit of malcontent
Uttering a muted love cry
From a cauldron of emptiness


Disposable
Dispensable


Empty life
Empty heart
Empty beer
Empty bar



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