Monday, March 26, 2007

consumed

And in hate he was consumed,
until there was nothing beyond nothing,
of why he was.
Void of everything,
in the infinite shades of a man's heart,
infinite, only as time would make him,
cold, only as time would leave him.

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I'm a quixotic idealist that's readjusting to the reality of the world around him. An aesthetic at heart, willing to not shower a week at a time to go camping, exploring, hiking, etc. I love food, poker, and anything that can be turned into a competition.