winter
When I am no more, how will I even know?
At the end do I simply fade like trailing smoke?
Here and now and now and then: poof nothing at all?
When I am no more – will you even remember I was?
Circular Logic.
I cannot fathom.
So I define from parts.
Circle: The set of all points equidistant from the center.
Point: Having precise or logical relevance to the matter at hand.
Logic: Reasoned thought or arguement
Circular Logic: The set of all reasoned thought points having percise or logical equidistant relevance from the central argument.
Defined
I end up back where I began
Reblogged from Laments and Lullabies:
Poor, maligned Comic Sans. The font we all love to hate. We make fun of it and all who might naively choose it for their presentations, emails, or websites. In short, Comic Sans is for losers. But wait... A few people I like and respect use it. The God Particle people used it. I'm fairly certain almost anyone with access to a computer in the early 00's used it...
Small blue flower twined
in her dark hair – she kissed me.
Her name eludes me.
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