Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Real

This is their hypothesis.
This is their theory.
This is their pity.
This is their encouragement.
These are their words.
These are their reasons.
These are their attempts.
These are their tries.

I try to receive them,
Yet as they soak into my core I feel
anesthetized, apathetic, aloof.
It's all so....
academic.
assumed.
theoretical.
hypothetical.
Yet, I am real. I am real.
Flesh, bones, cells, muscles, laughter, tears.



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i like this a lot =]