"Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs on hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate—he has little success in this—but with the other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair."--Kafka



Sunday, December 12, 2010

Feel so different


I should have hatred for you
but I do not have any
and I have always
oh you have taught me plenty

the whole time I'd never seen
all you had spread before me
the whole time I'd never seen
that all I'd need was inside me

now I feel so different
I feel so different
I feel so different.
Posted by 玉 at 5:58 PM

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