Saturday, June 22, 2013

Bathroom Monologue: Bald Propaganda

He does not die. The world only dims one shade of greatness.

He does not bleed. The world dampens.

He does not suffer. The world forgets joy.

He cannot cease to be. Everything else ceases to matter.

When he comes back, it will be as though he never left, because time may as well have given up until he rings again.

1 comment:

  1. Not at all the post I expected when I saw the title. Thank you. I am going away to think now.


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