you stink like 90’s telivision
here’s the sound of a broken lighter
a token fighter,
soaking whiter than most require
he stunk like bleach
and she lingered in black spit
of teethy grit
to sleevey shoulders
and,
though stained
so after
and soaked in cider
Sunday
Still is so alike her
the best sunrises or sunsets are taken from planes
(via fillinthespaces)
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when the wind blows and blue skies are realized
count the seconds… count the minutes and the hours,
be yourself… smell the flowers! for hours become
days forever moving forward no matter your place or STANDING.
“in time and space you must find your space until you figure out this maze and meet the maker and then begin your journeys next phase. be silent and be amazed”
getting into
i had no idea what i was getting into
all that i knew was that i was into you
who could tell me i was not?
no one and to this meeting my heart was all i brought
walking by a lake
Walking by a lake,
there are rapids running,
if I stumble,
the rumble,
my life will take,
is choosing a fate, fated..
is choice then negated,
on this aqua emerald earth,
we all make mistakes,
chance gives us breaks,
we are what we are,
streaming stars…
seeing close up from afar.
