the edge of an existensialist universe.

Monday, February 28, 2011

like a dead stone in flight
the thoughts unraveling
running blind in the light
to nowhere I'm heading

will you be there my friend?
greeting me in my untimely end
in one hand a collection of stories
the other, unfinished memories

deceptively deep
amazingly shallow
like we were all asleep
my thoughts, all were hollow

still can't place in my mind
the face so familiar, so near
it's you, forever lost in time
with everything else i fear

farewell to all
hello goodbye
let me stand, let me fall
and with these words, i die