| November 25th, 2002 |
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| Real Name: | Dave Yin |
| Email: | private |
| Location: | Ontario, Canada  |
| Occupation: | Expressionist. |
| Age: | private |
| Gender: | Male |
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Forget me like I have forgotten you -
You are nothing but a memory
A mere memory of me.
Destroy one life as if you destroyed the world.
Save one life as if you saved the whole universe.
|||[ i will not hide from myself -
|||[ i will not hide from the truth -
|||[ i will not hide for the sake of escaping -
|||[ and I WILL NOT HIDE from you. |
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| Biography: |
I watch another car speed past,
Its license plate number I can almost guess,
Though its meaning would be blurred, in its speed and direction.
In this vehicle I sit in, I'm surrounded but alone, it envelops me in a gloom.
Motionless before this red light,
one doesn't even know that they are being controlled,
As their world goes by, in front of their faces,
As their lives grow old.
Everyone should have a story,
not just have a story, but to tell a story.
And this is mine.
All the things we do are meaningless.
These things we believe, these things we learn, this beauty we create.
What does knowledge mean,
when we die and pass on?
What does humanity mean,
when humanity is no more?
When all history has been erased,
when all knowledge is for none,
when all life and beauty has gone,
only memories live on.
These people that surround me,
Those eyes,
watching but never seeing
look at me, through me, past me.
And try to read me, as if I were an open book to be translated.
Those glances,
move back and forth past me ceaselessly,
yet always averting the eyes of my own
as if I were the meaningless words upon an open page,
waiting to be discovered.
But I'm not.
I want to hide from their twitching gazes,
but there is nothing but this transparent air,
to shield me from their whispers.
There is nothing left but the ashes,
to commemorate what I have done for them.
Some think they know me.
They do not know me at all.
I don't want to have to conceal myself from you,
But there is a side of me you haven't seen, you haven't touched,
you haven't changed.
And I don't want it to hurt you.
Because I'm full of surprises.
But these wasted days don't allow me
to show my soul, my feelings, my thoughts.
Lest I do something I regret.
When every day is a routine,
Every action predicted the moment before,
When no excitement, no love, penetrates the walls of a persons mind,
you don't love the things that surround you.
You don't appreciate the ones around you.
You won't feel grateful for their presence.
You simply, don't.
I just want to lie down,
to sink into the ground,
and bury myself into the filth.
There is nothing left but the rain, to wash me away.
This was my story,
This is my vow,
to leave this world when my time comes,
however long I must wait, for that light to turn green.
Because here,
Nothing. Ever. Changes. |
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