Malcolm James Furst
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Perspective
Broken and desperate for someone to fix me and knowing that there is nothing to fix leaves me in an odd state, a state of frustrating acceptance that smells like apathy.
Seeing the great arc of my life, I am impressed with how much I’ve accomplished by living in the moment, but not this moment–not this moment.
At THIS moment, I am empty, and when I live in the moment, what I feel seems eternal, and eternal emptiness, though so ZEN seems so lonely.
Maybe I need to turn my head just so to get a different perspective.
2/14
In both moments of passion and moments of reason
I wonder if I have the heart for this season
of chocolate and roses and fluttering hearts
that always end up broken.
Broken (inappropriately lyrical)
Oh, I feel bro ken.
Though I know it isn’t true,
these words unspo ken
by others and by you
make me feel bro ken.
Hey, what am I to do
to fix this bro ken bo dy
……….bro ken mind and
….bro ken heart and
bro ken life…
Oh, I feel bro ken.
What am I to do?
