were

if time be the essence of life, does extracting this noxious element from existence pare life down to nothingness? perhaps it is what i seek. perhaps it is to ease the passing of time. before the reaper arrives to collect you from this mortal shell. perhaps i will never know until the moment i take my final breath.

will not yield to this gaping hole. you will not be my nemesis. i will paint as pine as one unexpectedly put. i will forget you, even if i have to paint you into oblivion. i will not have a half life. i seek one that is mine, that is whole and that i can hold without doubt, without pangs of uncertainty. deluge of emotions; palette of colours. you were.

~ by mavj on September 18, 2009.