I'm alive.
It is good to be awake on a morning I otherwise would have not have been aware of, were it not for the good and bad. Both are anchors that pull at me but the beautiful thing is they do keep my grounded.
Both good and bad have purposes and ways they help propel and give purpose.
I'm almost afraid to be myself because I have no clue who I am. It seems like I have just been living in this self focused and self obsessed life forever. The last time I was genuinely happy was when I was doing something that had nothing to do with my own personal happiness or contentment.
So few thoughts can make the sort of sense that you do.
Every word you speak is another synonym,
a meaning of life that is only trite
when I stop to realize the malice
that can only be in absolute fallacy.
Every whispered word at night
followed by such weak sighs,
it is disconcerting.
Are you already tired of playing Jesus?
It hasn't even been a week yet.
You have to be a bit more apt
if you want to play this mindless game.
God love you
because I sure do not.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Duality screams at you,
like the battered shell of your life.
Did you not even realize it was a lie?
It's almost as sad
as this broken attempts
at regulating life
in a box by box mentality
that politics tries to be.
It's almost as sad as the day you left me
but never as happy as when I saw the real you
staring into me,
like a sick animal
only worried about consuming.
Well baby I know the truth,
so please help me by helping you.
like the battered shell of your life.
Did you not even realize it was a lie?
It's almost as sad
as this broken attempts
at regulating life
in a box by box mentality
that politics tries to be.
It's almost as sad as the day you left me
but never as happy as when I saw the real you
staring into me,
like a sick animal
only worried about consuming.
Well baby I know the truth,
so please help me by helping you.
Pretty words tonight
just taking up the air,
pretty words tonight
almost feel like a dare.
I could love you or leave you,
hate you or just be me.
But the end result is something
you would never expect to see.
Pleasant days
and dreams of rain.
Hold tight to your steady course
bursting forth on ahead.
You might have miss the point,
unless you actually looked for once.
Bothered to see something deeper
that is beyond your own pretentiously
venomous lips.
just taking up the air,
pretty words tonight
almost feel like a dare.
I could love you or leave you,
hate you or just be me.
But the end result is something
you would never expect to see.
Pleasant days
and dreams of rain.
Hold tight to your steady course
bursting forth on ahead.
You might have miss the point,
unless you actually looked for once.
Bothered to see something deeper
that is beyond your own pretentiously
venomous lips.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Ghetto Zorro Thoughts
Basic Time Line
Pre-2004 - Because of huge debt and an inability to get sufficient donations to fund the expansion programs, the University of Mobile agrees to house experimental power generators in their soon to be built new dorms. These new generators run off of an unknown element suspected to be extraterrestrial.
Fall 2004 - All major players in the Ghetto Zorro Universe attend the University of Mobile as Freshmen. Most important of notice is that the one day heroes known as Ghetto Zorro and Urban Ninja Boy meet each other for the first time, as well as their soon to be mortal foes Darth Zader, Pickpocket Luigi and Emperor Santa (who exists in multiple forms). The only ones to know each other before this time are Andrew and Josh who are to become terrors not only on campus but on a universal scale.
Spring 2005 - By this time all of the main players of the soon to come events know each other and have became friends that regularly spend time together.
March 3rd, 2005 - The time of the emergency alarm begins.
At approximately 3:00 AM on this morning the monitoring alarms for the Power Generators begin to go off causing confusion and chaos in the dorms. Although these are written off as being nothing more than false fire alarms more sinister intentions lay behind closed doors.
March through May - Numerous incidents involving the warning alarms for the generators go off before being eventually removed, the reasoning being that whatever the students do not know will never hurt them.
Fall 2005 - Due to seemingly random events all of Matt's former roommates leave school and Jon and himself become roommates.
-Because of increased budget cuts, the power to the school from outside sources is frequently cut off at inconvenient hours. To a certain degree the experimental generators are able to supplement sufficient power prompting the administration to green light other secretive projects on campus.
...one day the secret experimental generators that had been installed in Samford hall begin to go awry, in big ways.
November 13th 2005
2:05 PM
-Matt and Jon are in their room doing their respective homework when a horrible noise of metal screeching is heard. Everyone on their floor stick their head out their doors but see nothing. Assuming everything is normal they head back but then the entire foundation of the dorm is rocked by an explosion.
Random sections of the dorm are consumed by flames, others simply evaporate from the explosion, still others 'phase' out of existence, simply ceasing to exist.
2:10 PM
-Jon crawls out from beneath his desk feeling disoriented but otherwise fine. Calling out to his friend Matt he turns and is shocked to find that the side of the room inhabited by his roommate had simply dissipated, he could look down and see the second floor room beneath what had been Matt's half of the room.
2:11 PM
Matt awakens to find himself in an ethereal plane of existence, he is simply floating amongst sections of his room and odd parts of Samford Dorm in a seemingly endless void.
2:14 PM
Josh carries his badly injured roommate Andrew from the rubble of their room and Andrew is immediately taken by the swarms of officials and security that were surrounding the disaster area. Josh is left standing there, baffled by the lack of medical personal that seemed to be there. Without warning he collapses and falls into a coma he will not come out of for days.
2:15 PM
Jon had begun his climb out of the wreckage of the third floor using multiple strands of Christmas lights as improvised rope. proximately half way down he plummets the remaining twenty feet and lands in a perfect crouch incurring no damage and surprising himself. Brushing himself off he quickly joins in the hunt for his friends and other survivors, hoping his roommate was to be found.
2:18
Josh and Andrew along with others injured in the explosion are taken to recently built medical facilities that exist in what were former storage areas in Weaver Hall.
2:35 PM
By this time camera crews from various television stations have gathered. Both school and government officials write the explosion off as being nothing more than an unfortunate gas line that was ignited by a series of improbable events. Being caught up in the human drama unfolding before them, be it friends finding friends, families finding loves ones and all mourning the loss, no further questioning over the situation occurs.
2:37
By this time Andrew has begun to be fitted with a special survival suit that includes a body temperature regulator, breathing apparatus and vital signs monitor. Due to the similarity to the iconic villain he is dubbed by the medical personal as being 'Darth Zader'.
Josh is under monitor by those in control of the facilities and every few minutes he seems to seize up and every function of his body freezes. It is later suspected that somehow his body was still interacting with the space time disturbances at the dorm and each 'seize' was the creation of an exact clone of himself.
These clones would be mostly harmless and get themselves killed in seemingly inexplicable ways except for one who would declare himself Emperor Santa and attempt to cause the world to become eternally froze. Always winter but never Christmas.
2:47
Matt was still in the void and although he had not begun to fully understand where he was a sense of understanding had begun to fill him.
Pre-2004 - Because of huge debt and an inability to get sufficient donations to fund the expansion programs, the University of Mobile agrees to house experimental power generators in their soon to be built new dorms. These new generators run off of an unknown element suspected to be extraterrestrial.
Fall 2004 - All major players in the Ghetto Zorro Universe attend the University of Mobile as Freshmen. Most important of notice is that the one day heroes known as Ghetto Zorro and Urban Ninja Boy meet each other for the first time, as well as their soon to be mortal foes Darth Zader, Pickpocket Luigi and Emperor Santa (who exists in multiple forms). The only ones to know each other before this time are Andrew and Josh who are to become terrors not only on campus but on a universal scale.
Spring 2005 - By this time all of the main players of the soon to come events know each other and have became friends that regularly spend time together.
March 3rd, 2005 - The time of the emergency alarm begins.
At approximately 3:00 AM on this morning the monitoring alarms for the Power Generators begin to go off causing confusion and chaos in the dorms. Although these are written off as being nothing more than false fire alarms more sinister intentions lay behind closed doors.
March through May - Numerous incidents involving the warning alarms for the generators go off before being eventually removed, the reasoning being that whatever the students do not know will never hurt them.
Fall 2005 - Due to seemingly random events all of Matt's former roommates leave school and Jon and himself become roommates.
-Because of increased budget cuts, the power to the school from outside sources is frequently cut off at inconvenient hours. To a certain degree the experimental generators are able to supplement sufficient power prompting the administration to green light other secretive projects on campus.
...one day the secret experimental generators that had been installed in Samford hall begin to go awry, in big ways.
November 13th 2005
2:05 PM
-Matt and Jon are in their room doing their respective homework when a horrible noise of metal screeching is heard. Everyone on their floor stick their head out their doors but see nothing. Assuming everything is normal they head back but then the entire foundation of the dorm is rocked by an explosion.
Random sections of the dorm are consumed by flames, others simply evaporate from the explosion, still others 'phase' out of existence, simply ceasing to exist.
2:10 PM
-Jon crawls out from beneath his desk feeling disoriented but otherwise fine. Calling out to his friend Matt he turns and is shocked to find that the side of the room inhabited by his roommate had simply dissipated, he could look down and see the second floor room beneath what had been Matt's half of the room.
2:11 PM
Matt awakens to find himself in an ethereal plane of existence, he is simply floating amongst sections of his room and odd parts of Samford Dorm in a seemingly endless void.
2:14 PM
Josh carries his badly injured roommate Andrew from the rubble of their room and Andrew is immediately taken by the swarms of officials and security that were surrounding the disaster area. Josh is left standing there, baffled by the lack of medical personal that seemed to be there. Without warning he collapses and falls into a coma he will not come out of for days.
2:15 PM
Jon had begun his climb out of the wreckage of the third floor using multiple strands of Christmas lights as improvised rope. proximately half way down he plummets the remaining twenty feet and lands in a perfect crouch incurring no damage and surprising himself. Brushing himself off he quickly joins in the hunt for his friends and other survivors, hoping his roommate was to be found.
2:18
Josh and Andrew along with others injured in the explosion are taken to recently built medical facilities that exist in what were former storage areas in Weaver Hall.
2:35 PM
By this time camera crews from various television stations have gathered. Both school and government officials write the explosion off as being nothing more than an unfortunate gas line that was ignited by a series of improbable events. Being caught up in the human drama unfolding before them, be it friends finding friends, families finding loves ones and all mourning the loss, no further questioning over the situation occurs.
2:37
By this time Andrew has begun to be fitted with a special survival suit that includes a body temperature regulator, breathing apparatus and vital signs monitor. Due to the similarity to the iconic villain he is dubbed by the medical personal as being 'Darth Zader'.
Josh is under monitor by those in control of the facilities and every few minutes he seems to seize up and every function of his body freezes. It is later suspected that somehow his body was still interacting with the space time disturbances at the dorm and each 'seize' was the creation of an exact clone of himself.
These clones would be mostly harmless and get themselves killed in seemingly inexplicable ways except for one who would declare himself Emperor Santa and attempt to cause the world to become eternally froze. Always winter but never Christmas.
2:47
Matt was still in the void and although he had not begun to fully understand where he was a sense of understanding had begun to fill him.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
God I HATE Nightmares
I hate nightmares...what details I remember:
-The initial setup was similar to my first church Providence except there was a huge sewer system around.-One of the older ladies, one I held dearest wasnted to die.
-After she euthanized herself all Hell broke loose. It become some sort of cross between Lord of the Flies with a dark, Matrix Online feel.
-The set up of the area became like Mobile's campus and I was in the equivalent of Ingram/Machine hiding but for some stupid reason I went to Zion/Samford. A fight broke out there and people were cannibalizing one another. I took a few bites myself but I think I escaped.
-The last part with the matrix ovetones...we were all clones. Being bitten and loosing flesh I didn't bleed, it was this sappy stuff. Some kind of clone internment camp. All the guard where of a cloned character theme from the matrix.
-Before all Hell broke loose there were some crepy stuff in the sewer, people disappearing, lot's of unexplored rooms and some kind of thing or person who was killing people.
-My mom was there in the beginning, for some reason I told her she was beautiful, there was a picture of her from her senior year in high school. I said she was still beautiful, maybe not exactly the same eye stopper now but beautiful all the same. I'm fairly sure she was one of the first people to die when all Hell began breaking loose and there was nothing I can do.
I don't believe I can or want to remember anymore but my throat and mouth are on fire, I have no drink but I'm terrified of going to get one since it is sill dark.
God, what are you letting happen to me?
-The initial setup was similar to my first church Providence except there was a huge sewer system around.-One of the older ladies, one I held dearest wasnted to die.
-After she euthanized herself all Hell broke loose. It become some sort of cross between Lord of the Flies with a dark, Matrix Online feel.
-The set up of the area became like Mobile's campus and I was in the equivalent of Ingram/Machine hiding but for some stupid reason I went to Zion/Samford. A fight broke out there and people were cannibalizing one another. I took a few bites myself but I think I escaped.
-The last part with the matrix ovetones...we were all clones. Being bitten and loosing flesh I didn't bleed, it was this sappy stuff. Some kind of clone internment camp. All the guard where of a cloned character theme from the matrix.
-Before all Hell broke loose there were some crepy stuff in the sewer, people disappearing, lot's of unexplored rooms and some kind of thing or person who was killing people.
-My mom was there in the beginning, for some reason I told her she was beautiful, there was a picture of her from her senior year in high school. I said she was still beautiful, maybe not exactly the same eye stopper now but beautiful all the same. I'm fairly sure she was one of the first people to die when all Hell began breaking loose and there was nothing I can do.
I don't believe I can or want to remember anymore but my throat and mouth are on fire, I have no drink but I'm terrified of going to get one since it is sill dark.
God, what are you letting happen to me?
It is such an odd jest of faith, that the most important thing in my life is that which I run from and cannot tell others.
You simply offer yourself and in fear I hurt you and hurt myself.
I run like a coward and hide behind this stupid covers and hope you leave me...but you never do.
I want to find myself so I can die, I want to die so I can maybe live and I want to live so I can try to believe in Your love.
Things are so...I do not know.
It is hard for me to pretend I have any sort of grasp on anything. I'm in pain physically I still want to pray for death, want to indulge my weakness and lay here and hope my life leaves quickly.
The tears turn red from the blood and all I know is I love you. I hate me but I love you. I love me and try to love you but all I end up doing hurting you worse. This stark tension could be cut with a knife but I enjoy being separated so much. The sick and broken part of me loves the attention you shower on me, seeing you beg and plead for my affection to be returned. I enjoy seeing people fawn over my sickness and am afraid if I ever get healthy than I will be alone. Worse yet I will have to make life changing decisions and risk absolute failure, all for what?
All for what? Life and its own sake.
You simply offer yourself and in fear I hurt you and hurt myself.
I run like a coward and hide behind this stupid covers and hope you leave me...but you never do.
I want to find myself so I can die, I want to die so I can maybe live and I want to live so I can try to believe in Your love.
Things are so...I do not know.
It is hard for me to pretend I have any sort of grasp on anything. I'm in pain physically I still want to pray for death, want to indulge my weakness and lay here and hope my life leaves quickly.
The tears turn red from the blood and all I know is I love you. I hate me but I love you. I love me and try to love you but all I end up doing hurting you worse. This stark tension could be cut with a knife but I enjoy being separated so much. The sick and broken part of me loves the attention you shower on me, seeing you beg and plead for my affection to be returned. I enjoy seeing people fawn over my sickness and am afraid if I ever get healthy than I will be alone. Worse yet I will have to make life changing decisions and risk absolute failure, all for what?
All for what? Life and its own sake.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Even though I am trying so damn hard I cannot fake being happy. I feel so confused, so lost, so alone right now...I mean...words are lacking in my mind and vocabulary to try and describe this...to understand and maybe even try to rationalize this...but the more I try the more I fail. The greater the effort I put forth the ever greater failure I experience.
Why can I not sleep? Can I at least have a decent amount of rest so I can try to confront this damnable life? Is the only plan you have is for me to become sicker and more angry and more paranoid?
It would be nice to actually have someone genuinely say everything will be alright but I know, I know you give no promises like that. It is pure bullshit to say You want us to be in a situation where we are healthy, happy and full of material wealth. You only promise pain and suffering and if that is what I am to bear in life, if this is my lot then I ask you to please forgive my lack of faith and the absence of compassion.
You created me and rescued me from my own Hells time and again, so what now? I can't pretend to understand, to know what is right or wrong. So many things I hae taken for granted and I have lost them.
Is the night soon to overtake me? How much longer will I be able to walk in this day before the night steals my breath away?
I am so tired. I do not know if I even desire to walk forward anymore.
I just, I have never been this spread thin, this exhausted...this...ready to have it all end in one fell swoop.
If you are even real, if you love me, please let this be the end of either my despair ot the end of my life in this moral realm.
I cannot hang onto promises and just words, I need strength, a vigor that died years ago. My breath is hard to take and my sight grows darker.
Whatever is your will please let it be. Regardless of my destination and health, as long as I am next to you I will make it.
Just, please do not forget me.
Please.
Why can I not sleep? Can I at least have a decent amount of rest so I can try to confront this damnable life? Is the only plan you have is for me to become sicker and more angry and more paranoid?
It would be nice to actually have someone genuinely say everything will be alright but I know, I know you give no promises like that. It is pure bullshit to say You want us to be in a situation where we are healthy, happy and full of material wealth. You only promise pain and suffering and if that is what I am to bear in life, if this is my lot then I ask you to please forgive my lack of faith and the absence of compassion.
You created me and rescued me from my own Hells time and again, so what now? I can't pretend to understand, to know what is right or wrong. So many things I hae taken for granted and I have lost them.
Is the night soon to overtake me? How much longer will I be able to walk in this day before the night steals my breath away?
I am so tired. I do not know if I even desire to walk forward anymore.
I just, I have never been this spread thin, this exhausted...this...ready to have it all end in one fell swoop.
If you are even real, if you love me, please let this be the end of either my despair ot the end of my life in this moral realm.
I cannot hang onto promises and just words, I need strength, a vigor that died years ago. My breath is hard to take and my sight grows darker.
Whatever is your will please let it be. Regardless of my destination and health, as long as I am next to you I will make it.
Just, please do not forget me.
Please.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
In so many ways I have demonstrated my failure at obedience and love. God, I'm so sick of this. I feel so nauseated and I want to throw up and taint these stupid trophies I have valued more than your love.
I want to throw myself away and learn to love you.
What happened to that child who fell in love with you?
I'm so sick of this person I play as and pretend to be. I hate his stupid smile and his broken body. I hate how he lusts for power, control, dominace through manipulation and to be loved and wanted by everyone. I hate how he desires to see others suffer so he can look better, I hate his idiotic grin and his playing at being something special.
How can I repulse myself so much?
I want to throw myself away and learn to love you.
What happened to that child who fell in love with you?
I'm so sick of this person I play as and pretend to be. I hate his stupid smile and his broken body. I hate how he lusts for power, control, dominace through manipulation and to be loved and wanted by everyone. I hate how he desires to see others suffer so he can look better, I hate his idiotic grin and his playing at being something special.
How can I repulse myself so much?
Another morning another time for me to feel like my insides are on fire.
Did I at some point say something really, really, really stupid and this is your way to get my attention?
I don't know how long I can go on with increasing pain...I know I'm not the only person in this world...but still.
Please help me here, please.
Did I at some point say something really, really, really stupid and this is your way to get my attention?
I don't know how long I can go on with increasing pain...I know I'm not the only person in this world...but still.
Please help me here, please.
Flowing Ebb of Time
Time is running at a standstill.
Ebbing, pooling and stealing.
It is like I can feel the pulsating life
echoing around me
in this room
as if it were a cavern
or a chamber.
There is this feeling of disconcertion,
maybe something you know as being
something like disconcerting,
anxiety and the anxious one.
Reverberating screams echo in my head
just inside of here.
Within reach and out of sight,
a contradiction, correct?
The inside being out
and the outsides consisting of you.
It is not like this enigma wrote itself
or thought itself into existence.
It was born at your request,
small words I doubt you can recall.
The beauty is you can gaze at this structure,
this attempt at meaning and find nothing.
Not even a realization that you bore this
all to fruition.
Words, sighs and angry screams.
Every last expression trapped
in an attempt at art.
Frustration builds at the moment
and realization of the surrounding cages.
Every bond and every relationship
a potential lie and the cage
of one paranoid and deluded in self.
It isn't just a simple note or riff,
it is more.
More than you can process or know right now.
If you looked close and saw it,
your hair would turn white
and you would die locked in an expression
betraying your absolute horror
at this creation,
this being made as me.
Is it hate?
The betrayal of self?
Or something simple,
like ignorance?
Dates, meaningless numbers
pile into the stream of life.
Days flow into one another
much like the water
spilled from heaven
onto your perfect white dress
and your trifled filled wedding day.
You aren't alone in this,
the one living in ignorance.
To point the finger blindly is one thing
but to realize how annoyingly true
I am is another point all together.
It isn't a choice I made either
because if I choose
it makes me responsible.
Not like you,
free to run into your life.
Free to run away,
free from burden,
free from responsibility
freed like your broken sexuality.
Like I said a free time
to point my fingers
and pretend I'm something else,
something special
and someone not choking to death
on my own stale hypocrisy.
Something that angers me beyond thought,
beyond reason
and beyond truth and convention
is the fact I have myself to blame.
I have this nihilistic tendency
to embrace truth and corrupt it,
wear as a badge and devour it,
just to be left with nothing.
Nothing that is something.
A mad leap from thought to thought
state of being to the next,
a redundant trip down this rabbit hole
a racing screaming train leaving the tracks
and breaking into reality.
It runs like this.
This steady heart beat of thought.
Empty at first.
But quickly races across the stage.
Figures and symbols cloud the page
as soon as the fingers press down
to acknowledge their existence.
It is a half life
that is a full lie.
Nothing could be further from any truth
that you lay claim to.
We are both tired and we weep.
Weep for joy, for fear and freedom.
We weep because we are afraid to live
and take this very next breath
for fear of our heart beat
and the fact the next pulse
could be the very last.
Time.
Constructed and flowing.
I do not know why I let this happen.
Let myself be pulled
instead of standing firm and pulling back.
It is almost sort of funny.
In a sickeningly real sort of way.
Something real but not.
Sort of poetic in a strange way.
Time consuming and flowing,
trapping you and me.
Uniting in ways
we fear to hate.
But true,
in ever sense of way.
Ebbing, pooling and stealing.
It is like I can feel the pulsating life
echoing around me
in this room
as if it were a cavern
or a chamber.
There is this feeling of disconcertion,
maybe something you know as being
something like disconcerting,
anxiety and the anxious one.
Reverberating screams echo in my head
just inside of here.
Within reach and out of sight,
a contradiction, correct?
The inside being out
and the outsides consisting of you.
It is not like this enigma wrote itself
or thought itself into existence.
It was born at your request,
small words I doubt you can recall.
The beauty is you can gaze at this structure,
this attempt at meaning and find nothing.
Not even a realization that you bore this
all to fruition.
Words, sighs and angry screams.
Every last expression trapped
in an attempt at art.
Frustration builds at the moment
and realization of the surrounding cages.
Every bond and every relationship
a potential lie and the cage
of one paranoid and deluded in self.
It isn't just a simple note or riff,
it is more.
More than you can process or know right now.
If you looked close and saw it,
your hair would turn white
and you would die locked in an expression
betraying your absolute horror
at this creation,
this being made as me.
Is it hate?
The betrayal of self?
Or something simple,
like ignorance?
Dates, meaningless numbers
pile into the stream of life.
Days flow into one another
much like the water
spilled from heaven
onto your perfect white dress
and your trifled filled wedding day.
You aren't alone in this,
the one living in ignorance.
To point the finger blindly is one thing
but to realize how annoyingly true
I am is another point all together.
It isn't a choice I made either
because if I choose
it makes me responsible.
Not like you,
free to run into your life.
Free to run away,
free from burden,
free from responsibility
freed like your broken sexuality.
Like I said a free time
to point my fingers
and pretend I'm something else,
something special
and someone not choking to death
on my own stale hypocrisy.
Something that angers me beyond thought,
beyond reason
and beyond truth and convention
is the fact I have myself to blame.
I have this nihilistic tendency
to embrace truth and corrupt it,
wear as a badge and devour it,
just to be left with nothing.
Nothing that is something.
A mad leap from thought to thought
state of being to the next,
a redundant trip down this rabbit hole
a racing screaming train leaving the tracks
and breaking into reality.
It runs like this.
This steady heart beat of thought.
Empty at first.
But quickly races across the stage.
Figures and symbols cloud the page
as soon as the fingers press down
to acknowledge their existence.
It is a half life
that is a full lie.
Nothing could be further from any truth
that you lay claim to.
We are both tired and we weep.
Weep for joy, for fear and freedom.
We weep because we are afraid to live
and take this very next breath
for fear of our heart beat
and the fact the next pulse
could be the very last.
Time.
Constructed and flowing.
I do not know why I let this happen.
Let myself be pulled
instead of standing firm and pulling back.
It is almost sort of funny.
In a sickeningly real sort of way.
Something real but not.
Sort of poetic in a strange way.
Time consuming and flowing,
trapping you and me.
Uniting in ways
we fear to hate.
But true,
in ever sense of way.
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