:: Sunday, January 05, 2003 ::

"Let's walk to the sound of distant shells..." (Badly Drawn Boy)

Waiting.
Alone with music and thoughts,
And wondering which is louder.
The speakers are cranked up,
But silence is not based on sound,
And silence is my companion tonight.
Would pleasure exist without anticipation,
Or suffering without suspense,
Or joy without agonizing hope?
Shadows flickering on the walls
Like animate objects with souls all their own.
Haven't you always known
That someday is forever in the future?
I have, and I do,
Alone with music and thoughts,
And knowing which is louder.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 1:04 AM :: + ::