I walked down to the roadside shop
I lit a match, and lit a lamp.
The unrest in my bones was just
This uneasiness, old and damp.
So that is why I took my things
And set them sail on a paperboat
And slowly walked out of the shop,
And apotheosised on the nameless road.
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Pain is a good thing isnt it since you can write poems like these from there. and loneliness too. the worlds a better place for people like you. god bless.
It is not good or bad. Like all things, it just is. I do not claim to like it, as some do. Quite the opposite, in fact. :)
Just that I am versed well in the subject.
But it does contribute to insight. so you dont just live on the surface. ?
Well, I try to. Not that it works, always. But I do try. :)
What about you, though?
well i dont have a any great claims to intellect really. But its fun being an observer/bystander. And this is the longest conversation ive had in the comments section of a blog!
Blog comments sections are not the ideal places for conversation. :D
Yes. But its bad form for a secret admirer to ask for id's or give them. wouldnt you agree?
Absolutely. Then it would not be so secret any more, would it? :D
woah! lol.yeah. and im reading one of those mystey thriller type things called the girl with a dragon tattoo. Heard of that?
and thats the funniest thing i ever saw!
No. Googled it. Might get around to reading it at some point. Presently reading The Piano Tuner and Holy Cow. Will read The Men Who Stare at Goats after that.
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