Saturday, July 02, 2011
What do you do when all your lost loves are so empirically lost that sad songs just ring hollow?
I have spent my life chasing the love that might be, could be… if only just, maybe.
What do you do when you know that all of the ones still extant unequivocally won’t be?
My pathos is hollow.
My narrative leads nowhere.
I guess my story can only be about me.
I have spent my whole life living in reflection… if only of a dream.
I don’t know what to do… with no grail to attain and no sword on which to fall.
Is this tragedy all that I am?
I have spent my life chasing the love that might be, could be… if only just, maybe.
What do you do when you know that all of the ones still extant unequivocally won’t be?
My pathos is hollow.
My narrative leads nowhere.
I guess my story can only be about me.
I have spent my whole life living in reflection… if only of a dream.
I don’t know what to do… with no grail to attain and no sword on which to fall.
Is this tragedy all that I am?
