Minutes crawl along with despair as grateful company.
Weeks fly away and are gone, having stolen dreams.
Bloc Party: “Are you hoping for a miracle?”
“It’s not enough.”
I have learned so much,
I now understand that I know nothing.
It’s time for me to be nothing, to dive deep to nothing.
Bloc Party, Depression, Fear, Music, Resistance, Seeking God
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#1 by fillingahole on December 21, 2010 - 6:42 pm
wonder how deep nothing goes…
indulgently sad
#2 by Carl on December 22, 2010 - 1:10 am
If it is nothing, can it have any depth? Yes, description of a feeling that feels permanent but it’s not.