.

i seek profundity.
hidden behind fullstops.
in clouds like popcorn across parking lots.
in the words of the great, and the dead and gone.
in the mindless utterances across a million blogs. in the
little rhymes i find scribbled in old notebooks, myself undone. in
your eyes, when you say
you'll stay.



that came out of nowhere. on the spot rant.
This road does have a dead-end.

And in short, I was Afraid.

Taken shamelessly from Elliot's Prufrock. Again.

I will wait and watch and see
your words slip through my fingers.

-eeda.
Be. Live. Believe.