this has no meaning...i just felt like writeing...
words of unfathomable insanity, falling ever so gently from the withered and dieing lips of a sad old schizophrenic, like cherry blossoms caught in a faint wind of hope that no one can see or hear...only feel...
and as the wind blows, it carries with it a song from long ago. a song that was once forgotten, but now seems to be caught in the mind and throats of all it passes through. never truly remembered, but never truly lost to time, either.
the words fall to the floor. brushing only faintly across deafened ears. their message cloaked in something, something heavy that cannot, or should not be understood. but their meaning is no less important.
and now, with the body long gone, and the original words long forgotten, the message resonates through all hearts. it is known by all, and yet all choose to ignore it.
for it is just the ramblings of an old man, an old man who now resides only in the past, and in memories.
but the old man laughs hardest. for through his words he has succeeded in his final hopes. he may be gone, his body one with the soil. his mind one with the earth. but his words live forever, and he is in them, as they are in all who will listen.
"blah...to be perfectly honest i dont know where that came from, but whatever, sometimes i just want to write..."
-the management
and as the wind blows, it carries with it a song from long ago. a song that was once forgotten, but now seems to be caught in the mind and throats of all it passes through. never truly remembered, but never truly lost to time, either.
the words fall to the floor. brushing only faintly across deafened ears. their message cloaked in something, something heavy that cannot, or should not be understood. but their meaning is no less important.
and now, with the body long gone, and the original words long forgotten, the message resonates through all hearts. it is known by all, and yet all choose to ignore it.
for it is just the ramblings of an old man, an old man who now resides only in the past, and in memories.
but the old man laughs hardest. for through his words he has succeeded in his final hopes. he may be gone, his body one with the soil. his mind one with the earth. but his words live forever, and he is in them, as they are in all who will listen.
"blah...to be perfectly honest i dont know where that came from, but whatever, sometimes i just want to write..."
-the management