said, "what a back breaking life it's been, carrying around this air conditioning..."
alone i stood.
beckoning the sky for a sign of my fate,
in a perpetual run around of questions;
the intrinsic nature of human existence.
my knowledge is diminishing as the odds become more random.
all i can do is ponder on the only things i can never understand,
in an incessant ramble of justifications and false conclusions.
gathering a fraction of the actual data.
michael castellano will never know.
but what he will know, he has known before, and will know eternally.
he will pass it on to her until the fourth dimension exists as a single infinite moment.
where the same loving and loathesome memories pass endlessly by.
we've been living in infinity.
we've been programmed by our former selves.
we're constructing the future.
death isn't the end, nor is it the beginning.
it's the particle in a universe that contains no matter.
it's the contradiction to an agreement.
ps. when trouble comes remember to say, "thank you."
beckoning the sky for a sign of my fate,
in a perpetual run around of questions;
the intrinsic nature of human existence.
my knowledge is diminishing as the odds become more random.
all i can do is ponder on the only things i can never understand,
in an incessant ramble of justifications and false conclusions.
gathering a fraction of the actual data.
michael castellano will never know.
but what he will know, he has known before, and will know eternally.
he will pass it on to her until the fourth dimension exists as a single infinite moment.
where the same loving and loathesome memories pass endlessly by.
we've been living in infinity.
we've been programmed by our former selves.
we're constructing the future.
death isn't the end, nor is it the beginning.
it's the particle in a universe that contains no matter.
it's the contradiction to an agreement.
ps. when trouble comes remember to say, "thank you."