These words that put my mind in labour before spilling out my pen onto paper, they stay there, disconnected from the soul that bore them.. Oh some may perish in vain as victims of the test of time but those that endure?
Oh they are of no use to me even now* - of what use will they be to me when I'm dead and gone?
And tomorrow, when I cease to dwell on this planet, nay, even this plane, people will connect it to a name and face that I might perhaps no longer relate to..
*Well, they do serve the vain purpose of letting my ego gloat with a false sense of achievement when I complete a piece, or receive praise..
Written at aero structures lab, aero dept, on the night of 18.10.2016 (11:30pm or so, perhaps a little after)
*Well, they do serve the vain purpose of letting my ego gloat with a false sense of achievement when I complete a piece, or receive praise..
Written at aero structures lab, aero dept, on the night of 18.10.2016 (11:30pm or so, perhaps a little after)
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