You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...


-Walt Whitman


30.4.16

once



THERE IS NO WAY of knowing if the cat is alive or dead because of one simple fact: we did not open the box. There is no such box now, or a cat, or any metaphor that could stand for whatever this is that we have. The comet has already streaked past us, closing out all posibilities, permanently, leaving nothing in its wake but us looking at the night sky, under a different set of stars, thoughts to the same sad epilogue: You and I collided, once. Our paths crossed, but never joined.









3 comments:

duke said...

wow, you are still here! i chanced upon my blog and wondered what happened to my friends in the blogosphere. btw your music is so sad.

-duke

lucas said...

Once a blogger, always a blogger, duke. Haha. There's just some things you cant just share with loads of people. :) which song was that? Thank you for dropping by.

ZEMİN ETÜDÜ said...

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