we shed our ability to communicate.
Words
to speak, shout, hurt, entertain
to change our minds as frequently as
the sun falls and rises
Failing to illuminate our insides
we collect dust; what never burns out-
our little bundles of egoism;
the cause of all trouble, the reason for our demise
as soon as we step into civilization;
these bundles that we carry so close to our chest,
an organized flaw
well and widely accepted by all..
2 comments:
I like it Niv :)
About this post- I'd just say here that it's good to see you back! The rest, I've already told you :-)
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