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frag. men. ted. thoughts.
"growing apart." now isn't that funny. i see the word growing enlarge in front of me - flowers flourishing in the orange sun, babies suckling upon their mother's breast. and then you think of the gulf that separates, that throws us apart. how do you grow apart? now isn't that an oxymoron.
without words, there'd be no civilisation. no humanity. no emotion.
i should not club as often as (i think) i do. dancing in an overcrowded club, bobbing our heads like a fish out of water - slippery and out of place - strips your essence to the core. you have not slipped into the crowd, blended and crafted. i stick out like a sore thumb with my twisted, contorted face and body. so i stared into the lights above and watched as they flashed according to the pulsating beat. i blink (and blink again) trying to follow the rhythmic flow that i cannot keep up with. blink. blinking. blink. but the lights - they suck me in.
goodnight.
"growing apart." now isn't that funny. i see the word growing enlarge in front of me - flowers flourishing in the orange sun, babies suckling upon their mother's breast. and then you think of the gulf that separates, that throws us apart. how do you grow apart? now isn't that an oxymoron.
without words, there'd be no civilisation. no humanity. no emotion.
i should not club as often as (i think) i do. dancing in an overcrowded club, bobbing our heads like a fish out of water - slippery and out of place - strips your essence to the core. you have not slipped into the crowd, blended and crafted. i stick out like a sore thumb with my twisted, contorted face and body. so i stared into the lights above and watched as they flashed according to the pulsating beat. i blink (and blink again) trying to follow the rhythmic flow that i cannot keep up with. blink. blinking. blink. but the lights - they suck me in.
goodnight.