i turned so pale

2003-01-22, 6:10 p.m.

the theory states that things will eventually scatter, then there would be a thin film of emotion spread across the universe. the way things would feel, when dimension is irrelevant, and your being would no longer be subjected to the singular nature of humanity///corresponding shapes fit in so many ways that we lose count///we dont care when the theory completes the last page of the novel.

wear the red hat, wear the white hat, you fit in or not, and we all fear fitting in, but we are so uncomfortable without a label. so we poke at the fleshy innards of ourselves, hoping that we can find a piece to give away; someone could make a meal of the flesh i should have given away, but these sweaty hands grip vigorously, vices lust. on the outside i could shake my head, and chuckle because the comedy and the error are driven by instinct, not education, so many turns that i get vertigo upon reflecting. what is left then? to turn into the walls, and break apart so i can sit and watch, and maybe learn the path which wins, or the path where the sun shines so bright that i am ghastly pale.

and full of the blue night, pumping the red heat and the lingering hope, breathing in the winds that travel for years on the land and the sea; ive got songs worth singing today and tomorrow too.