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open season on interpretations: "balanced scales" - Nobody wears a white coat any more... — LiveJournal
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
open season on interpretations: "balanced scales"
We touch and pass,
     exceeding slow,
  we whisper words
          we used to know
               and leave ourselves
to carry on
       when we are left behind

So cold, so pale,
     false memories
  like ghosts we are
         we all will be
and standing still
      those not yet gone
   still leave themselves behind

A kiss, a tear,
       a finger's brush
     the heat of life
           its faded flush
and here in silence
         cold and still
   we leave ourselves behind

The dead are silent;
      living too
   in silence find
          immortal truth
and all abandon
        whim and will
    when they are left behind
             NsB 27.01.04

now feeling:: pensive pensive
now hearing:: Code 5 Drill, West Wing...

whisper a word