Thursday, June 28, 2007

ruthless living

Not forced to fall in love or hate
But like.
Like butter.

Not pandering to every human moment
Or impending doom.

Sometimes I am afraid
I will laugh and cry
Unable to stop.
I fear exploding
From every orifice
Gushing from the weak points.

Not like my grandfather
Who tried to seal everything
Then leaked until he died.

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