Game

gentle slide downwards, gravity takes over,
the field of vision narrows as the momentum increases,
there is no fear of the impending,
there is a quiet desperation none the less,
the effort has to be made...
have to stop,
what's the point of not stopping?

ok. just stop.
done. that was simple.

bored; of nothing in particular.
there isn't anything worth reading,
nothing worth saying;
Is it possible to be content, just like that?
there is a vague memory of such a thing... sure...

let the beats bounce off,
let the beats pass through,
let them get absorbed....

be content.
done.
now, go play.

[+/-] Maksim Mrvica - kolibre