5/08/2003 09:52:00 PM|||Travis|||

Well, another month rolls by and another post.

I lost the magic touch- hopefully temporarily. My moods flucuate over time, and lately all the little things have been piling up upon my back. I feel slightly down, at least compared to when I was clicking along last month. Everything was so clear then, so much was happening and everything was great. Then.... there was the fall. And everything became.., well tasteless. I wondered around IV one night and came up with this little poem.

Tasteless

Slowly breathing in the night sky,
a cloud of desperation rises from my lungs-
why am I here?

Zombies all around,
Devoid of life,
dead animated motions-
a similacra of happiness.

The band plays,
the trumpet is off-key,
the singer is an octave too high,
his voice cracks.

She stands tall,
smiling, twirling, living,
we stand by-
watching.

We are all dead,
shall never live.

She is alive,
and shall never die.

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