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Subject: CONCRETING THE DARK Author: P A T H O S [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 04:26:45 07/13/04 Tue Watching you I was confused, with myself. How could I look at you and smile? Grin as tears flooded your cheek. While you wandered by a fountain of devastation in a garden of sin. I looked at you as though you were skipping through fields of merriment, picking delicate wildflowers of innocence. But watching as they pealed in a slow effortless descent I wanted to wipe them dry and hold them in my hand. To hold tears of sorrow, what I had never done. For all my tears have been what one may call happy. For I have never felt pity and sorrow. I felt this was my happiness. But I was not cold hearted. “Have your tears ever been happy? Have you wept in the sheer elation of a moment?” I asked and yet I found you beautiful in your pain. I felt my stomach turn, and my mind reprimand me. I wanted to tell you what they were to me, but courage was not in this voice and I parted my lips to speak and yet silence remained. Pathos was alone. But if you are alone, you are never lonely. Pathos was a lowly creature, but the higher you fly the further you fall. Pathos had never loved, but love means ultimate suicide. Pathos was nothing but a shadow. There was just him and the moon. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]