Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Dissipation

Sensation generating like a stalled motor beginning to purr or a roast simmering to tenderized perfection. The initial inception of what began as two and merged into one grows less intense as the seconds chase the minutes and the minutes follow the hours. As the hours transfuse the day and days turn into night and nights into weeks, the weeks confront the years and what began in euphoria slowly digressed into ambivalence. To possess disdain as low as the bottom of the titanic and experience nostalgic withdrawls; the utterance of your name renders me dependent on whats left of our present state of dissipation.

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