This war is noise.

A fog in the glass.
March 27, 2010, 12:28 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

The world is a beautiful place.

Harsh, cruel, stunning, colourful, dangerous.

I sit, merely an observer.

The world passes me by, and I have no real choice.

The worlds interest in me has gone.

Family, tied mainly only in blood.

Friends, tied mainly only in memories.

Events, only in the past.

I am left with blurry vision, pains and medication.

Medicated to watch the world float past in confusion.

Protesting only when the confusion increases personally.

21 and already irrelevant.

Peering as the world’s war wages beyond the window.

A fog in the glass.


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