There's something so becomes us when our attachments either away
The most turgid windbag becomes Don Juan when he just shuts the heck up for a bit and disappears
How like man to live his greatest triumph in evanescence!
Slowly fading away to the point that someone recognizes his absence like a discontinued taco and shouts, "remember how cool he was?"
And suddenly he's cool like the brooding teenage nightmare who's dreamy in all his vapid dangers.
Who recognizes his dreams deferred? Langston Hughes?
Does he swell like a boiling pot of water bubble and burst again and again in so many fractions of a second?
How does the hollow man truly end of no whimper comes out?
What does the bard sing when he forgets his song?
What does the paladin swing at when the monsters are beating him by simply living better lives?
Does that make him the monster for only knowing how to swing a sword?
No. I detest the self pity and woe that one such creature might have for himself
But if it's not too much trouble, spare a hand?
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I like this one. 💙
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