ramblings from a mylar board
the dreamer in me wants to ask you a question but the man in me is too afraid of the answer. what if we forsaked all that they thought and said and assumed? what if we didn't gamble it all, but just grabbed the pot and ran like hell? what if we tried? what if we suceeded? what if we chose to love and forget all the shit that came before, and lived for today and tomorrow and for an eternity of tuesdays? i think that would be living, breathing poetry. that would be ballsy and trite and romantic and everything that is great and free about this world. i think that i still love you; i'm sure you already know this but let me tell you one more time. just one more time.
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-LIFE IS ABSURD-
Last edited by taliendo; 12-20-2003 at 12:23 AM..
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