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:
i like this a lot =]
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