Ephemeral Delusion

Wednesday, April 14, 2010, 11:46 PM

You are, swimming in my head, going in circles, round and round, and until the day my small aquarium cannot contain your flamboyant strides anymore, it will implode, and this hard ground I am sitting on right now, will open up and the Earth will swallow me with a mouthful of air, as her servant-

.. for eternity.


And if only I could verbalize my inner thoughts fast enough before they shatter into whirls of white dust; if only I could tame der Teufel in my head; if only I could find a rope so thick so robust so impenetrable; I will be abominable - nothing will ever be formidable; not even Abraxas can shame me; and all will be good-

..das heißt, wenn ich kann entkommen.




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