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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

an ode to meaningless conversation

an ode to meaningless conversation

"are you happy?"
the expectation and pretension
the casual
dismissing you before they've finished speaking

assuming you'll say yes
the waltz continues
feet shuffling away
and toward
and you attempt to lose yourself

are you happy?
on a sidewalk
people all headed
toward you
away
but all are elsewhere
have i disappeared?

are you happy?
i concentrate all of my power
on being visible
and i am seen

how i long to disappear

as long as i look like i know where I'm going

no one will ever wonder

No love is by chance, dear girl.

No love is by chance, dear girl.

so he says as if words were so simple.
they roll so beautifully out of ones fingers
and another is convinced of their truth.

No love is by chance, dear girl.

it must be so, for some love creates life.
neitzche. just doubt it.
but i dare not doubt.

to deny the existence of magic is to snuff it out

like the flame of a candle in the darkest of rooms.

No love is by chance, dear girl.

i am not ashamed to say i am still afraid of the dark.