The Deep End

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    The Deep End

    Sort of like a boomerang. The past constantly coming back no matter how hard I throw it. Or push it away. The calm abyss of failing to feel loved for very long. Ascending, descending, it doesn’t matter. It’s just a way to organize pointless data. Deals with my heart I made long ago.

    I'm too aware of everything and nothing. The source of my emotions floating in the deep end of my pain. A candle in the wind questioning the darkness. Too often it feels like the end. The beginning going over the falls in wooden barrels, never to be seen again.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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