self realization whispers in my ear-
some numbers are heavier than others.
apathy creates ecstasy-
everyone has a favorite.
with the sinking sun, smoke tumbles skyward
and i learn of my beacon of purity
sleeping with the dirt.
it's a tough one, i gotta say;
to lay down your passionate torches
and let them set fire to something else for a change;
to extend a nuetral hand and settle for less than friendship.
it feels a little like dying
but even death lets up eventually.