day 310

(
past caring

quiet troubles brew when quiet words swallowed.

past caring

feverish waiting ends when the fever subsides.

past caring

one imagines oneself as a burden.

past caring

pretence attends to the weak-hearted.

past caring

no one to tell us:
it's okay. it's okay. I have my weight over yours and yours over mine.

past caring

I once too was moved, by the expectation of having nothing to look forward to.

past caring

I now have to look backward and forward for the next silence and automated recording.

past caring

self-tied-to-the-single-bed.

past caring

a lack of faith, lack of faith and everyday a reminder of a fate-less day

past caring

row row row the boat gently down the falls

past caring

trust me to deny you your daily love and indeed you trust

past caring

cares of yesterday - today fills the caring

past caring

what you think of me, your assumptions, your conclusions

past caring

to care nonetheless, even if they cease to care.

past caring

all fatigue and jaded by the pressures of caring

past caring

the next outburst and uproar

past caring

past caring
)

bubbles burst when we can pretend that bubbles don't exist.
since, no bubble in this world can fill a void that is as infinite as imagination can be.