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thejunipertree) wrote2003-07-29 03:44 am
thejunipertree) wrote2003-07-29 03:44 am
apropos of nothing
I'm cold and cold and cold again.
My fingers, numb and my brain, still.
There is a cool and clear pond in which to throw my rocks into. Watch the ever widening circle ripple spiral out into nothingness.
I'm beginning to think that I should cease and desist all normal conversation with those who would force it upon me. I was chased for so long that I ran, winded, into the ground with my legs folding under my exhausted body. Now you believe me trapped. I talk back, I mouth the words. But, there's sudden silence.
You don't play this game well, at all.
You don't have the spider's patience I hold.
I turn my words into a weapon. A knife, a sword, a gun, a bomb.
...you have no power over me.
My fingers, numb and my brain, still.
There is a cool and clear pond in which to throw my rocks into. Watch the ever widening circle ripple spiral out into nothingness.
I'm beginning to think that I should cease and desist all normal conversation with those who would force it upon me. I was chased for so long that I ran, winded, into the ground with my legs folding under my exhausted body. Now you believe me trapped. I talk back, I mouth the words. But, there's sudden silence.
You don't play this game well, at all.
You don't have the spider's patience I hold.
I turn my words into a weapon. A knife, a sword, a gun, a bomb.
...you have no power over me.