Tree of Pain

Imagine a tree, where every leaf is a thought, and all the thoughts are linked by branches to one only body, one only living being. But if that same living being is not capable to express them to others wouldn't he live in constant pain? So, he would be, a Tree of Pain.

Location: Portugal

Monday, October 17, 2005


I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing, pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion disintegrating as it goes testing our communication the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over. To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between, And the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.

Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion.

between supposed lovers between supposed brothers.

I know the pieces fit!

a song by Tool


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