We were a pair,
You with your shattered blue eyes
And me with a song-shaped hole
In my psyche.
Like Gibson’s Straylight,
Turning ever inward
till at last we were irreducible;
which is to say
We were nothing.
An adventure is, by nature, a thing that comes to us. It is a thing that chooses us, not a thing that we choose. ~G.K. Chesterton
5 comments:
i thought that was beautiful. a little ironic somehow, but delightfully melancholic, which is contradictory i know.
Are you a dog? Are you really a dog? How can you type? Dog's can't type. I know. I'm a dog.
Now
I am
Nothing ... nice stuff
erm..sorry but what is Gibson's straylight?
Hmphz.. copy my "nothing".. hee.. :p
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