seventeen years underneath a dark bridge, holding if fast on a ridge, pacing past my old fringe. unthinkable, quite literally impossible, but probable, if things add up and subtract the situation, but this sort of mental hesitation is a quick snare to my emancipation. figuratively coherent in the minds with interference, this hindrance, elegance, most positive relevance to an eon of chains with no change just a redecoration or two. and for the few who do what you threw, understand its inside of you, the chains and the change, the ways we could rearrange, interface into a cognitive balance, heroin addicts are better then alpha wave betas. collective inheritance, probably better dead, but most wont know until they let go, under blow and hollow home, mentally hollow-dome. but these words mean nothing without a walk to degree them. feed them, maybe one day ill need them.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 07:02:46 +0000