Monday, July 13, 2009


There is a residual calm, coming over oneself when they have achieved the unethical, not necessarily the "impossible". To do something you never thought possible is, surely, the foundation of things impossible, but to do something you never thought you were capable of is to address the ethics behind it all. I have never figured myself to be one to love without reason, without meaning, but what do words and poetic promises carry when there is nothing to see or hold? One can only last so long without being able to embrace what they long for, and unfortunately, they can never last long enough. God ensures that we understand what we love or hate before ripping us from either, though we may not be able to directly associate these at the time. Our opinions are often formed from the inside looking out, when we are least capable of making is not poetry, no, but our reactions to what we encounter in life surely are...

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