Wednesday, 5 May 2010

On Waiting or Why does it always rain on me?


“...They pull me back to the present and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.”
A Single Man by Tom Ford





It has been right there
in front of my eyes

my skin wants to Burst with a Rapture o
nly the oldest of the Universe might imagine

Hold me Hold me Hold me
I scream But no body can listen
in this vacuum
of short life expectancy









Can happiness survive the pessimistic logic of the path Life itself is hopping on?









And still.
I believe.
That.



“Someday, he'll come along.”

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