Thursday, April 23, 2009

Dehors à la mer


I'm not entirely sure how to start this one.
I guess I'll start with this. . .

When the vino has lost its taste. . . When the rage has dissolved into apathy. . .
When everyone wears the same mask. . .
When you can no longer see the dying flicker 
of pinpoint light at the end. . .
When the temple has become just another stone-cold box. . .
When the godseyes have all lost their glory. . .
When there's no place left to hide. . . no refuge. . .

Just drifting out into the void has vastly more appeal than being here, back there, over there, everywhere, and anywhere. . .
When you just want to be Away. . .

When your heart is overwhelmed by everything and nothing at the same time. . .
When all you've ever had has fallen apart at the seems. . .
When you shouldn't be left alone with you thoughts but. . . 
When your surrounded by people who know you but don't know a thing. . .

 Just drifting out into the void is increasingly become more appealing. . .
when you just want to be away