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By Blue Date: 2003 Jan 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.07.13.12.10341]] |
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you taught me that the best way to respond to you is not to respond. a response. you: hung up in the chic sway of silence, purple moss grows around you, out of breath not in the zone of time. one day you will understand when you hear my singing around the world begging the streets, the trees and the people that hear everything in another world to forgive you. i sing to our lord too, but you don't believe in him. i hold you in your womb. i have transformed into your mother. i am catching every tear from the stream of your memory. i don't know what to do other than to love. your hate is a response to survival, but there is more than one way to survive. is it normal to live without the desire to survive? purple moss on your screen your fingers your dreams is it another dose of t.v. reality, or another chemical dysfunction in your brain? why is talking out loud always insulting to you? you trust no one, and i believe, you don't even trust yourself. and after holding all your memories and looking at every wire in your brain i understand why. you are right. i can only hope for a miracle. |