"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, September 7, 2012

Tide...

 
I want to wail
I want to rage
I want to slice a gaping wound
On the surface of my existence
 
I am already dead
She killed me long ago
From the moment I knew she turned
I began to drift on death’s tide
 
I am merely floating
Waiting to sink
Into the watery grave
She exposed with her deceit
 
 
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