Monday, August 6, 2012

Monday, August 6th, 2012; Moments in Splendor

When I'm alone, thoughts come to mind as quickly as bombs were dropped in Europe during World War II. But I have no idea how to represent them, just as they had no moral justification to take away so many stranger's heartbeats.
When I'm with others, words pour from my mouth as swiftly as a car speeding down Highway 95, fleeing justice, in which they deserved. Unlike the consequences one might be granted for doing something either right or wrong, most of the words that I speak receive nothing.
Perhaps I've forgotten how to properly communicate,
or perhaps I never knew at all.

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