uncollective soul

2002-01-21 [ 01:55 am ]
"All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one"

There comes a certain point when other people's words just aren't enough, and you need your own to build a bridge over the fiery chasm that is the process of life.

But when other people talk and talk and talk to you all day, it is hard to hear your own words in your own head not as echoes of the world around you.

Not to say that other people's words aren't important... I'm afraid I've mired pimphat in semantics. Or something.

Today I want to take off, and see the world, because there's more than this, there are places unspoiled by "progress". Places where I can see the sun, and hear the songs in my soul...

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Go! Now!

photo by: kam2k