rm_Greyeyesky 42M
116 posts
3/2/2006 2:21 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm


I sat at the desk, scratching out words. Forming
sentances and universes. The desklamp provides
just enough light to see the paper, but not
enough to heat it.

Regardless, it bothers me. How can I be expected
to think with an orb of heated gasses pointed
directly at my focus? I switch the light off,
but only then I realize the hall light. It casts
shadows upon my walls. Like specters drawn in
supraluminal tides.

I hate it.

With quiet resolve, I slowly make my way through
my home. Each lightbulb is easily turned and
dropped to the floor.

As I walk barefooted across the glass, I am
reminded: There is no art without suffering. No
gain without loss.

No life without blood.

TabithaElectra79 39F

3/2/2006 3:34 am

rm_FreeLove999 47F
16127 posts
3/3/2006 12:46 am

do u believe that there is no art without suffering?? i don't actually...

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