Almost like a surge in the stock exchange, has come (pun intended) the feeling amongst people I know. A cynical one, a tolerant one and a broken one. With the word, comes expectations, hopes, dreams, sleepless nights, adrenaline, monstrous phone bills and fantasies.
Unimagined futures, but imagined lives together. What can matter?
My connection / my age / my despondency / my intellect / my willingness / my change / my passion / A chance to love.
You can
Wither.
Grow.
Take.
Love.
Break.
Copulate.
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This title emerges from a famous montage depicted in Goscinny and Uderzo's tales. Stunning an opponent was tidily executed by the swatting of a fresh fish. As this largely resembles my urge on a daily basis, these pleasures, frustrations and discoveries within perambulation of the media are my own. I'm not famous. I'm not unfathomably intellectual. I'm not even interesting. I'm an extra ordinary girl in an ordinary world.
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- Journalist by day, wanderer by night.
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5 comments:
I like copulate. It makes everything else worth it ;)
it comes straight from your heart.it was a pleasure reading it :)
Between wither and break..
funnily enough, in spite of all the possibilities you have listed (bad more than good), we all crave it. ain't we strange? i like this kind of strangeness though.
I love how the latter part of the free-flowing poem when viewed, gives way to a convex shape... :)
You can
Wither.
Grow.
Take.
Love.
Break.
Copulate.
Visual beauty to me, in contrast to the imagery portrayed. And a convex mirror "causes light to spread or diverge". What a rainbow you've made :)
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