pulse.


"Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart is just going to cave in."
-Ricky Fitts, American Beauty

2.3.08

into my eyes

left by Alistair Chong

down the corridor
we're getting nearer
through the crowded floor
haze becoming clearer
closer closer steps they come
space between us narrowing
meters pass by one by one
each one gone the more is harrowing

what happened to us
closest friends we said
till time ceased to pass
we'd be for each other till the end
but it's all gone

see each other face to face
turn from the quickest recognition
risking eyes then averted gaze
ever ignoring staring incision
left to our own devices
all we feel is presence oppressing
to think that another suffices
is fate's architecture repressing

what happened to us
closest friends we said
till time ceased to pass
we'd be for each other till the end
but it's all gone

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