converging lines

all around me

is an inky

darkness

so i blink once

and there i see

2 straight lines

one purple

strong, wild,

fierce

and the other

green

vibrant

and proud.

i watch them race

forward,

each in a perfectly straight line

and i blink again

the purple one turns

in the direction

of the

and the green one turns

in the direction of the

purple

and it is clear

that soon they will meet

i blink once more

& now they are touching

determined to go

in the direction they want

pushing against each other

green vs.

purple.

purple vs

green

equal in strength

& i blink

for a last time

to see that the once

beautiful

strong

lines, stubbornly

have converged

and mixed

leaving only one

ugly

pathetic line

and so i close my eyes.

feeling no pity

for those stubborn lines

This is a kindof weird poem...but i havent posted in a while so.....

yup.