It's not a very funny notion to sit long faced with some sort off emptiness in u and wonder, why does this fuckin' annoying emotion even exist. It's pretty un-hinging actually.
I wish there was a drug or some sorta thing to bring respite from this unsettling frail emotion, however even if u resit in this time and again....it doesn't make u any stronger or weaker. It makes you stale.
Right now, I sit in Doha-an winds, in some five star suite where the view is breath-taking. I ,with some sorta thrilling resonance wanted to scream at myself for wasting 5 days.
I wonder what brings me to Doha, what's good about this place? apart from the souk ( local market) and the make up women wear, there's no point staying here for christmas break. Bah! I can't even study .
Even if ur much resolved not to get used to some stuff, people do come across your way,peirce through ur mind and cut through ur feeling, leaving u numb or shall i say - wasted !
it's true that poetry may get lost in translation, but does the literal meaning change?
The putative emotion is mostly rationalized, the resolved hardly takes place yet in mitigation it's raw. It's like a 'mite' feeling , pitiful, to be particular.
The emotion is leotarded, typically femalish and full of annoyence. It's like kinetic art.
And then the people behave aobnoxious as if the were coming to some kiosk for beer. Then the absentia disscussions. Gooey shit !
I gingerly walk,fearing the breaking dawn; discover the beauty and laughter to only resolve for nothing-ness. I still fossick people, how cynical are they...in this god-forsaken world. Nothing but a foul dream, un-nurtured beauty and emacitated fuckers !
there's no elysian, get real ..will u ?
Attest this half hearted place, find a reason to breathe !
I wish there was a drug or some sorta thing to bring respite from this unsettling frail emotion, however even if u resit in this time and again....it doesn't make u any stronger or weaker. It makes you stale.
Right now, I sit in Doha-an winds, in some five star suite where the view is breath-taking. I ,with some sorta thrilling resonance wanted to scream at myself for wasting 5 days.
I wonder what brings me to Doha, what's good about this place? apart from the souk ( local market) and the make up women wear, there's no point staying here for christmas break. Bah! I can't even study .
Even if ur much resolved not to get used to some stuff, people do come across your way,peirce through ur mind and cut through ur feeling, leaving u numb or shall i say - wasted !
it's true that poetry may get lost in translation, but does the literal meaning change?
The putative emotion is mostly rationalized, the resolved hardly takes place yet in mitigation it's raw. It's like a 'mite' feeling , pitiful, to be particular.
The emotion is leotarded, typically femalish and full of annoyence. It's like kinetic art.
And then the people behave aobnoxious as if the were coming to some kiosk for beer. Then the absentia disscussions. Gooey shit !
I gingerly walk,fearing the breaking dawn; discover the beauty and laughter to only resolve for nothing-ness. I still fossick people, how cynical are they...in this god-forsaken world. Nothing but a foul dream, un-nurtured beauty and emacitated fuckers !
there's no elysian, get real ..will u ?
Attest this half hearted place, find a reason to breathe !
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