Everybody Loves Edmund
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.
This is Ed
Post a Comment
Post Comments (Atom)