There's nothing new to say,
Except to sing of blistered hands
and withered hearts;
And of those you can't quite sing
For then pain forever rings.
Blistered hands from too much application,
Withered hearts from misplaced supplication.....
Ceaseless questions hang aimlessly
for honest answers are hard to come by,
All the hows and whens and whys
Met with dreadful silence
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"All the hows and whens and whys Met with dreadful silence" that right there is what am thinking right now
The silence can be deafening especilly in situations where your dreams lie in balance, try not to lay them all at his feet.
Hey, you doing ok...
Would be nice to read something from you sometime before this year ends DareDevil....
one word, awsome. Not for just this post; for all of them.
My friend and I were recently discussing about how technology has become so integrated in our day to day lives. Reading this post makes me think back to that discussion we had, and just how inseparable from electronics we have all become.
I don't mean this in a bad way, of course! Societal concerns aside... I just hope that as technology further innovates, the possibility of uploading our memories onto a digital medium becomes a true reality. It's one of the things I really wish I could experience in my lifetime.
(Posted from BB for R4i Nintendo DS.)
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