columbus

talk, talk, talk.

it's all just words,
don't you see?
this old, ancient
dichotomy
of ruins brought
back from the dead.

walk
and love
(i guess)
and hold hands and shut
your eyes,
blind eyes, to
every
thing else.

and at the end
of the world,
when you find out
it's *gasp*
NOT FLAT
all of a sudden
it has changed.

change,
change,
change.
ah, but of course.
on par;
on course;

it has changed,
and words have
left me
*once again*
...
...
...

to begin.

k.