The Aporia of Meaning

Everything is so suggestive, yet void of meaning…

The little song that quietly sings, reminds me of nothing…

Perhaps my blood had turned cold, like the remnants of a supernova…

Perhaps the world is a painting of chaotic fractals, with every subtlety, of Aporia…

Published in: on 12/05/2013 at 3:12 PM  Leave a Comment