Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Valentine's Day, 2012

The hole in the crotch of my jeans grows everyday in direct relation to the total accumulation of dust that sits on each of the fan's blades that hang idly in the air above a couch whose cushions collapse a little more each time I sit on them. And so I sit, marveling at the slow wasting away of everything that surrounds me; degradation and gradual failure. Nothing grows here. 

How long will I continue? When do I fray?

1 comment:

  1. Continue for as long as it takes to find some happiness!

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