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the horizon fades into a dissolved atmospheric shade of the whitest white with a consistent flame of blue sky painted the curve of the earth has only looked so round when seen from literally the middle of the ocean puffs of condensed and evaporated water screen the land be-low making it even more spectacular looking

free floating in a world of blue//////----====\\][‘;’;>. water it flows up like a vertical river.silent the cracks of mugs hit the ceiling. table it walks on one leg.restless her hair like poisonous tentacles. everything it flys in the air. lying in mid air.

every waking second music to my sound loving the aroma which fills the air watching her swim in forgetful continuous circles. beneath the obstacles that seem so new.the loud tunes turn it louder. the dirty floor clean it up. clean it up. piles of nothing form so much the best thing you could ever give any-one who doesn’t have it procrastination...easily sidetracked... get back to work. get back to work.

uptied in a world of indifference yet we all care so much superficial ideals and belongings they won’t matter when its done when the world is over a new light will shineand it has been all along.

getting closer and closer yet almost not quite there getting further and further yet almost not quite theregetting faster and faster yet almost not quite there getting slower and slower yet almost not quite there getting there. getting here. i am here. i made it there.

nervous about this thought in my mind causing my organs to tangle inside my heart is beating i do feel alive but the thought in my headhasn’’’t always been my strive then again its what i have said its what my voice has done my brain did me wrong but maybe it did me rightmy internal battle has been won i don’t think i need to wait long it may be a beautiful night

swirling ball points to an empty canvas is almost like a paintbrush art though diction in addition to picture the ink of my pen is fading like my exhaustion tiredness does not phase me even though sleep is something quite foreign to me my eyes are dry my deliriousness is in full effect my eyes are red its all natural though

oh mighty wind that churns my oceans and rips my glassy swells into motions unimaginable by some but beautiful to many who appreciate the plentiful amount of time we have to make use of what this wind offers to fuse a mind and a wave into one solitary thought or being rather than a scary conglomeration of currents taking you one way and arms making you move opposite of that but in sync with the wave you waited to link so paciently with to be there in the ocean with you and the finthat does not phase you one bit but you go on and wait and sit for the perfect wind and the perfect wave

a black marker to share with you the darker more somber point of view that lies in my hand as i write with this utencil so bland and a heart as dull and sad as the mind that speaks feels so mad and the time i spent hoping for something i knew was not there... wishing for a feeling in return from someone that took away the only thing i can never have back.

softly you embrace my imagination and mold my ideas into a creation that leads one to interpret my dedication to you and your journey in life and in love throughout thehardships you subconciously invoke in your world of technology and brute cave like oppositions andaspirations and determination that is not quite what it seems or feels likewhen your body tells you to waste the morning in that utopia you call your bed where i leave so cautiously and quietly before you even wake.

early morning sets the tone of an enlightened feeling in a zone, a state of disconcern in a mind of a sheltered soul. a soul which yearns for a place in this world, a time of neediness in the heart of a shattered soul. the only place which she belongs is an endless sight of blues and greys, cast with shadows and contours and flashes of light. moving with motion and a continuous place in the world for something so beautiful and azure as you are. you are the only thing that makes me feel alive. thank you poseidon, cast me some more waves.

a triumph in life for the years that have past, thinking always thinking it wouldn’t ever last, come to realize my dreams continue to come true, thinkin always thinkin i wouldn’t ever have you, people render for ever sleepless in this plastic coated world, eyes are shut no open minds ever to be heard, but i’ve been work-ing in my head a plan to surface, just be yourself, find yourself and you will serve a purpose, don’t let the lies of the place we live in, ruin your fate and the time your given, show the world what really matters, and how you climbed up all them ladders.

today is a day where every one comes together under skies under clouds no need for perfect weather wait for the dark so we all can see the lights blow up and shine so brightly sparkle in the night right below the clouds booms so big we try to hide the sound anticipating the noise but still get frightened the beauty flies up and crowds get heightened we a’re all here for a reason under each and every season this day to celebrate the freedom we have to remember the country men who fought for what they had.

the ecclectic vibe from every person so different from me yet always so certain that one day i will know you like the back of my hand in this heart of the land of a city of glory wrapped up in ones story of talk so much of who you are and what you like just listen to the crowd of souls in front of your vision where pitch is not quiet but a sense of desire in what you choose to listen to yeah its all new a new life its what it is too much to remember but faces will remain in my mind so tired in-somatic made up words in my voice my hand yeah just watch yourself be yourself its what you already are.