05-20-2011, 11:12 PM
The truly despairing, like the truly happy, simply are.
They do not need validation.
Perhaps there is a kind of peace in that.
Walking through the garden of death,
like angels wrapped in contentment,
the subconscious is a tonsil.
Watch the flowers grow. Beginning in bloom,
bright petals drinking from the sky,
they mature into dust, those sentient beasts.
They do not need validation.
Perhaps there is a kind of peace in that.
Walking through the garden of death,
like angels wrapped in contentment,
the subconscious is a tonsil.
Watch the flowers grow. Beginning in bloom,
bright petals drinking from the sky,
they mature into dust, those sentient beasts.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe