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Unfounded amount of difference when celebrating now but something must come from where I am – otherwise – otherwise… There seems to be a hopeless restraint about what’s coming… And where we’re going to... me and myself – and we together in wherever we might find a state of mind to unravel our time.
What I’m hoping to find out is a limited amount of long hair to get lost in – A freedom found in nature – A reveling relevance to revere for momentary pleasure comes and goes – comes and then goes on and on among secret eyes… A new discovery – An unexpected surprise – but back to others…
A focus for the purpose outside my own place – A want of sympathy and empathy for they that also want… And I recognize a unity among those desperate for union.
I am amidst – I am riding the split – A legit logic that provides for paranoia as an equal equation to those with a free and social satisfied conscience – those easy to bed and early to rise – And reprise another day of beautiful assembly…
A day to day trade providing sufficient means.
And on and on and on top of a hill with a path that leads past the present – a speeding bullet of sweet serenity – Words with absurd abstraction blocking efficient action of unlimited creativity – Ahead of oneself – Bleeding blueberries for the memory of a bruise – That wine coloured tint of a time when we romantically forgot forever and lived for whenever – Lived at the mercy of our impulses…
