Tuesday, January 7, 2014

this than that

I'd established a certain aesthetic, and I had to stick you to it. Otherwise you would've gotten away!

The perfect malady for what you cannot suffer, that is what I offer.

The shapes sneaking away; I hated waking up to the thought: the water will run out and you'll have to climb the mountain. But that's the part I looked forward to. What came before is still dragging smartly behind me. When you've already got your ambition, this will counteract that, and what are you left with but a regret you'll by necessity ignore? Dry eyes, tired mind, wasted day.