Hmm Poetry Time
I wrote this a while ago while feeling alot more claustrophobic than normal sitting in the middle of MidValley of all places, it wasnt really from my point of view though, just to confuse you more, hehehe...i dont know who's it was then if it wasnt mine but i was feeling that way...damn i dont know anymore!....its funny...i dont get claustrophobic around the city but i freeze up in MIDVALLEY! ....ma thinks its the air-conditioning...*shrugs*Glossy Majority
The plaster frames you find yourself within
Grow more constricting as the distorted minutes drag by
The air all around you heavily laden with the whisper of suffocation.
As far as your eye can see you try to block them out
An altruistic being in a self-centered lapse of concentration
Is a disheartening waste of a mind.
You watch them go about their day, the glossy majority-
Oblivious or not to their own fast drying enamel surface
hoping that every last one of them finds something more.
Or do you?
With every passing second the answer you have
shape-shifts into its polar-opposite.
posted by Emmy Fay @ Monday, June 06, 2005
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