End

I end last because I will finish first reverse the first shall be the last. Remember these graphs on the page the age over the skies can inscibe. So many days and nights witnessing but never telling maybe be the hidden pain.

Day

Still a day away. Sitting here remenscing over the seas and rain. Looking through window panes trying too look from outside to within and escape the gray. I still stray now that I’m older I pray. Greatful for a home-stay forever a new day. Another way.

Sitting in the old house. Quiet as a mouse, screaming over material schemes. Gold, diamonds rings, and saturated disingenuous love connects faster than any plug or drug. I have to fill these papers with words to feel. What if the inscriptions generate buzz–light years. My image and perception was once smeared, shed many tears nowContinue reading

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