Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Futility of Futilities



The mocking voice in one's life ever taunts and tears away at the walls within.

Youth, achievements, wealth, love even - such vanity of vanities.

An exercise in futility, everything seems, when you get a glimpse of what could have been.

Why bother? Why press on?

Now, a curse repressed breeds emotional constipation.

Humbug.

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