Let me know in low whispers
if it’s alright for me to follow
you, utterly devoid of faith,
just so you may lead me
away
El retrato de Dorian Gray.
A place it’s fine to holler
all which is fighting to be said.
Ad infinitum;
no limits to retreat
no reasons not to stay.
P.S Why does this all rhyme with Christian Grey?
Too easy to lump it all to one ending vowel.
Stop.
"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad. View more posts
