the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

________ is overrated.

Every other thought is blank.
This is what the water washed away
When I sank into plush leather
And I couldn't decide whether or not
I knew which flaw I wanted to hide.
Some diluted solution
Sat in a beaker of indecision
As if any decision made
Was one less worse to contemplate.
Here's to flaunting it without a basis,
Finding homeostasis, nonchalant.
But never forget, you won't forget
Everything you haven't forgotten.

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