LITERALLY NOTHING by James Cavet I KNOW THAT TIME IS SHORT IT KEEPS GETTING SHORTER. THE ROPE IS SHORT OF SHORT UNTIL NOTHING IS LEFT BUT A KNOT. THIS KNOT IS LITERALLY NOTHING. SO EVERYDAY IS A ROOM FULL OF KNOTS; A PILE OF KNOTS IN THE CORNER: NO TIME LEFT TO DO WHAT I WANT TO DO. TIME IS KNOT AROUND MY NECK. NOTHING PASSES AND I SAY AGAIN: THIS KNOT WON'T HELP; NOT THE ONE AROUND MY FINGER. NOTHING MAKES ME REMEMBER. I FORGET EVERYDAY. I WANT YOU NEW EVERYDAY, BUT I ACT THE SAME; THIS IS HYPOCRISY YOU SAY. THIS IS RIDCULOUS. BUT THIS DAY MEANS NOTHING. I ONLY FEEL, I NEVER WANT TO LINGER. EXCEPT IN DREAMS, I AM EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING, NOTHING, NO ONE. COUNT THESE KNOTS FOR ME, WILL YOU? I'LL BE BACK LATER. EVEN IF I SIT HERE. EVEN IF I NEVER MOVE. 09/13/2016 Posted on 09/13/2016 Copyright © 2024 James Cavet Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)