The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Saturday, August 20, 2011

I am was, I am yet to be, I am.

Often, we betray ourselves. But not at often as you would think.

For the past is another country, and it is populated with different folk to you and I.

So, mostly we betray others, similar though those people might be to us.

You could be pulling some cruelty on an older you, or a younger one.
Either way, you aren't them.

To truly be your own Judas, you must be a flaw to yourself in the very moment. You must be, and act.

I betray a younger me now. I wish for an ordinary Monday.

I betray an older me now. I plan for no future.

And I betray myself now.

So it goes.

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