the tombsmen

why do i feel so sad? its quiet. i can feel their voices in the tomb like silence. they are life. they are alive. the ma's and the munal's of this world. they are love. they are life. they are home and family. we? battle our theories and intellectual thoughts. talk of work, books we read. movies we saw. share the additions to our scrapbooks on life since we last met. pregnant with the things we dont know how to say. we look at eachother like you look at your reflection while you brush your teeth. to siamese for comfort. there: thats how that wrinkle will form, then. yes: thats the passion i once felt for a name. what will you say to ur self from thirty years before? lookout? watchout? beware? what will you say to your self from tomorrow? is this all? this is where it leads? life is such an anticlimax ...

we are shadows. ghosts. missing some element of the human. gsaping for some genuineness you feel so easily. there. thats it. you feel. do we ever feel? we only watch. standing in a corner of our frozen hearts, our cold mind watches ...