I've never quite felt this way. Either I feel happy to be an insignificant creature in a beautiful world, or I feel sad in a world that appears ugly. Maybe you mean awestruck at your littleness compared to Nature.
Like how a murderous nut nurtures his dying victim while simultaneously cradling his knife in a cancerous and ignoble fashion? Yeah.. that sounds motherly.. if it's my mother and not him.
but as a poem, it is telling more than showinhg. and i am a dick, maybe. but that is that. a weak, insignificant teary-eyed one, whose dreams are so different than the waking world.
Have you ever considered simplifying & compacting all this into something concrete and comprehensible instead of something vague and riddled? I think you've owned me. I am forever shamed. Damn you woman.
I understand what ur mood was ...we despair about our exsitence ..actully lost in the concept that is traceless without any clue ..at that moment the world is pretending of the beauty and glory has made us to think we are so weaker...then the whole world is
I wasn't really seeing any 'pretend' in the world. It was more an appreciation of nature's beauty than man's... and how I as a man (and more particularly as the man I am) couldn't hold a candle to the flame of a candle, or the simplest flower; and how even household names are nowhere near as long-lived as common grass. And things such as that. Perhaps.
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I suspect it may have to do with my sleep cycle and my caffeine cycle.
Today, I feel like a baby infant.
Cursed pirates and sea-clowns have struck again!
but as a poem, it is telling more than showinhg. and i am a dick, maybe. but that is that. a weak, insignificant teary-eyed one, whose dreams are so different than the waking world.
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