“the ceiling during a death sentence from not preventing a careless incident that would require a deordorant from hitting the back of my head. moment later I was looking into the light and left with tears falling from my eyes… to walking up years later at a funeral I wasn’t unfamiliar of finding colorless paint to figment as the sunlight looked like the pale glowing within everyone’s skin underneath black garments…. from one kiss on my way home from the contemporary museum that made me think I’d have those same moments again knowing I knew I wouldn’t… letting go wasn’t the problem, getting distracted by the voices of premonitions broadcasting in an old tv set from the fifty’s in my head… a war went on, an a battle within the clouds in the middle of the ocean took place…. while experiments of madness & good collided, within a glow that made the earth less needing of the light from a burning star… to walking thru Hollywood boulevard, to see the broken, wandering with ghost walking underneath they’re earned star… nothing was free only the taste of the food I couldn’t afford to eat… the jobs and sleepless nights I’d keep to feel every night for days…. getting robbed at gun point was better than not waking up another day… the poems and art of life id create… from morals & no cold desire within my fate.. god seemed to take me away from this ground that had nothing but ends and odds that letting go once again was no problem to find floating in a place my heart once had a physical form… it’s just like that graveyard hidden deep with the pride lands… just that there are buildings that lead to nothing but thorns with no shade of life, the deeper the more deadlier if one can make it thru the field with preparation and education…. one might have a chance…
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