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Started by Sepia, September 09, 2010, 02:23:33 AM

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Sepia

The hunger is gone, replaced by something equally powerful but for another age like an old device buried in caskets of cement somewhere in nevada. We began thinking in this direction but we couldn't crack what was going on, we were looking on to find something of beauty out there on the other side of the window but nothing would ever be discovered as the snow started drifting in again and we resigned to cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows melting in them as old poes embers died while we read dostoevsky.

Old ghosts are re-appearing again, shameful secrets emblazoned upon their foreheads, threads of guilt making their eyes harder to see but we've all grown harder now as we've all grown colder now, autumn coming in before winter and here we'll be repeating that cycle, it's the reason for why we are here, it is the catharsis we seek as our bellies are filled to the brim but in our eyes, replaced hunger still governs with a strict hand made of iron, that noticeably clang hitting the drums in your ears because everything and all of it is connected-

Like time, everything in us and all of us are connected, as we are connected with the seasons and as the seasons blow and as we come further and further into this but still just here, struggling with demons we should have buried ages ago, still a part of us and still we love that part and we use it to escape and to enjoy this miserable white globe because we see spring but we feel we will be dead by then for there is a veil drawn over all of it, every memory we ever had of spring is lost in a hot fog, something out of an indian summer where we sit outside in our hippie shirts telling each other tyger tyger burning bright

We tried to be melodramatic, we tried to be dramatic, we tried to be fanatic, we tried religion and we tried politics- we grew tired of trying so when the first sun came from the other side of reality we sat in an ice cream parlor and we ate as we watched the sun glistening in the snow and soon we'd feel sorry for ourselves because the memories we achieved this winter will fade as the sun comes creeping into our lives again
Everyone will always be too late