Weeds In A Concrete GardenPart I. INITIAL VIOLENT APPROACH
there's this urgent feeling to move on, yet in retrospect, I wish I had a chance to say goodbye.. it's difficult to carry on a conversation with a faceless reflection of an apparitions harsh inflection but just like every illusion, its liberation was fleeting. never knowing what it tastes like ill compromise all I'm comprised thereof so, I hope.I hope I hope I never know. never know you.. what gives me the right to meet you when so many will never reach your threshold of concrete? there's this urgent feelin to hold onto a shattered sculpture of the perfect form to remind myself that nothing stays. and in a concrete garden, were just weeds...
Part II, A TIRELESS PERSPECTIVE
lately I've been thinking of escapes, dreamin of space. only to be interrupted by your "reality". I've been dreaming.. about slitting the thread that attaches them and then falling into it.. and if it weren't for the few anchors that truly keep me grounded, a knife would flow through the silk. for to live in this vacancy, an achievement of complacency is necessary. yet, seditious notions of destroying the regime of social parasites invade my space and entail a classification as "enlightened"..as burdened. and I need something, someone. I'll be him, the boy you'll gossip about.. appreciation and awe you will feign. I can say with some certainty that I wont be missed. I will end this.. (I hope I never know you) for I can't bear the shine any longer crushing the core of my adams apple with its pressure.. besides, what gives me the right to reach you when so many will never reach your. your threshold.