NineHundred&Eleven Miles until I am where I want to be.
NineHundred&Eleven Miles until fate gets the best of me.
NineHundred&Eleven Miles until I hope to see what I yearn to see...
only NineHundred&Eleven Miles to make unforgetful memories.
NineHundred&Eleven Miles until I completely let myself be free.
only NineHundred&Eleven Miles until I let myself hit reality.
For something, so close, yet so far seems to be in reach,
When deep down I know NineHundred&Eleven Miles is just a fantasy.
The things I hope to happen in these NineHundred&Eleven Miles- seem a bit far fetched,
the faces I hope to see in these endless NineHundred&Eleven Miles-
-simply a mirrage in the summer heat.
But I still have a glimpse of hope for those NineHundred&Eleven Miles,
those 14.5 hours down and 14.5 back.
Those FourDays, NineHundred&Eleven Miles away,
From Four/7/TwentyTwelve - 4/Ten/2012
I hope to see the face of the moon from NineHundred&Eleven Miles away,
while Kissing the Sun.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Drink Me*
Caught myself doing it again,
thinking.
dreaming.
scolding myself.
I can only wonder,
I can only hope-
do you see me through the looking glass?
Can you see my scars, my life, my hopes and dreams?
A bottle reads "drink me"
so do you take a sip?
A sip of me? A sip of life?
Would you take a sip again, from this beautiful crystal bottle of poison?
A pill says "eat me"
So do you eat it?
To remember? to forget...
Do you ingest all that you once were
all that we once had?
Will you grow or shrink in this world of Alice?
have you learned from the Mad Hatter, or fallen to the stain in Alice's eyes?
Have you tripped in this game of Hearts,
or won in the game of cards?
Alice is crazy, mad and lost.
...but "We are all mad here."
Would you do it all again?
Drink the poison, eat the pill?
Do you dream of it like Alice?
Hoping to fall back into Wonderland?
I really miss my Wonderland...
thinking.
dreaming.
scolding myself.
I can only wonder,
I can only hope-
do you see me through the looking glass?
Can you see my scars, my life, my hopes and dreams?
A bottle reads "drink me"
so do you take a sip?
A sip of me? A sip of life?
Would you take a sip again, from this beautiful crystal bottle of poison?
A pill says "eat me"
So do you eat it?
To remember? to forget...
Do you ingest all that you once were
all that we once had?
Will you grow or shrink in this world of Alice?
have you learned from the Mad Hatter, or fallen to the stain in Alice's eyes?
Have you tripped in this game of Hearts,
or won in the game of cards?
Alice is crazy, mad and lost.
...but "We are all mad here."
Would you do it all again?
Drink the poison, eat the pill?
Do you dream of it like Alice?
Hoping to fall back into Wonderland?
Overwhelmed
It's this feeling that I cannot grasp, something I cannot shake...
It's tomorrow- and I can't really admit that it's happening.
How can he do this? How is he OK?
Does he still think of her?
I'm sure... or I want to be sure...
Giving his love to somebody else- like my mother was just an object left on a dusty shelf.
I am angry, timid, scared-
I won't get attached to his new love.
I refuse.
I still won't even allow myself to reattach myself to him.
My own father.
My heart aches-
my eyes tear,
my body is physically sick over it.
Sure everybody deserves second chances-
Hell,
I've given out 101
and been given too many- more than I deserve.
But, I know one day, I too will ask for a second chance.
But part of me has not forgiven him,
for the pain,
the suffering,
the storm he brought upon our family.
Part of me thinks he doesn't deserve this.
God forbid he does it again.
Part of me doesn't doubt it,
while watching his new "wife" live in naivety.
Naivety.
What a simple, yet powerful word.
We all live in it, soak in in, breathe it.
I'm just not ready for it-
and by saying so I am selfish.
At least I admit my self yearning desires
...when it comes to this matter.
It's just not right.
I'm not happy for him.
I still catch myself resenting him...
My own Father.
How sick does that make me?
Somebody I used to look up to,
somebody whose approval I always yearned...
it's just not the same with him anymore.
He is different...
and I am different.
Because, now, I realize, that my daddy that I had as a little girl is not perfect,
and he is NOT who I want to become anymore.
I won't become him.
I need to find myself, be true to myself, and love myself and my family.
I cry- often, because I resent him.
I don't want to ... but I do.
He did this to himself.
It's nobody's fault but his.
Keniving.
Lying.
Cheating.
And here I am...
crying again,
writing this bullshit.
Feeling overwhelmed.
It's tomorrow- and I can't really admit that it's happening.
How can he do this? How is he OK?
Does he still think of her?
I'm sure... or I want to be sure...
Giving his love to somebody else- like my mother was just an object left on a dusty shelf.
I am angry, timid, scared-
I won't get attached to his new love.
I refuse.
I still won't even allow myself to reattach myself to him.
My own father.
My heart aches-
my eyes tear,
my body is physically sick over it.
Sure everybody deserves second chances-
Hell,
I've given out 101
and been given too many- more than I deserve.
But, I know one day, I too will ask for a second chance.
But part of me has not forgiven him,
for the pain,
the suffering,
the storm he brought upon our family.
Part of me thinks he doesn't deserve this.
God forbid he does it again.
Part of me doesn't doubt it,
while watching his new "wife" live in naivety.
Naivety.
What a simple, yet powerful word.
We all live in it, soak in in, breathe it.
I'm just not ready for it-
and by saying so I am selfish.
At least I admit my self yearning desires
...when it comes to this matter.
It's just not right.
I'm not happy for him.
I still catch myself resenting him...
My own Father.
How sick does that make me?
Somebody I used to look up to,
somebody whose approval I always yearned...
it's just not the same with him anymore.
He is different...
and I am different.
Because, now, I realize, that my daddy that I had as a little girl is not perfect,
and he is NOT who I want to become anymore.
I won't become him.
I need to find myself, be true to myself, and love myself and my family.
I cry- often, because I resent him.
I don't want to ... but I do.
He did this to himself.
It's nobody's fault but his.
Keniving.
Lying.
Cheating.
And here I am...
crying again,
writing this bullshit.
Feeling overwhelmed.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Patience....
Teaching myself how to play guitar....
this is taking a lot more patience than I expected...
and my fingers are numb. Go me.
this is taking a lot more patience than I expected...
and my fingers are numb. Go me.
One By One
I lie there,
bare back facing the ceiling,
bare chest on the cool sheets below me.
Face burried, in a pillow, only warmed by my breathing.
Numb.
Bruises on my arms, my legs, my shoulders...
small- sometimes not even visible- but there.
Bruising on my heart-
"Here I go again,"
feeling bad for myself is so pathetic;
I try to convince myself that I feel bad for myself though...
When in all reality, I stopped pitting myself ages ago.
I do this to myself.
As I inhale I feel each lingering breath expand my lungs,
and as my lungs expand I feel my ribs separate.
One, by, One.
It's here where I find my sick sense of peace.
I close my eyes,
salty tears are pressed to roll down my face.
I think of the past.
I smile, in hopes that my future can only be as good as my past was.
The past three years I have fucked up my pathetic excuse of a life.
While others have aided me in the process.
Only three people, all of whom I let down, tried saving me.
Those three saw right through me...
Two I lost for lifetimes,
One still a friend.
Drugged.
Up.
On.
FuckingUp.
Xanax, Codeine,
Liquor.
Bones, ProAnna.
What my life has become.
So there I lie.
Hollow breaths, simply bones,
beautiful emptiness.
Just thinking.
And thinking, now that, that's where I get in trouble.
That's where my thoughts become words on blank paper.
Like here,
rainbow blood trickling down stupid fucking pages.
Naivety, in my own damn words.
Hatred for what I've become.
Who my family has become, and who they've undone.
Only hoping for a brighter future.
I know who I want to be...
I do. Believe it or not.
I want to give someone by all, to give them my love, my willingness to live, to breathe, to do.
I want to smile every day, and not have to worry about shedding a tear.
I want people to fall in love with my smile, each day, over and over again, like a contagious disease that I once use to give off.
I want somebody to feel blessed in my light.
I want to be appreciated when I do small things, and when I bend over backwards for the one that I love.
I want to fulfill my potential without restrictions, I want to have fun, and be twenty one without having to babysit.
I want to be Me.
I want somebody who likes my hippie skirts, my curly hair, my rosy cheeks in the summertime.
Somebody who loves my free spirit, for I Am A Free Spirit.
I want to give myself the credit I deserve, while reaching for the stars and kissing the moon.
I want my writing to be appreciated.
I want my love to be accepted.
I want to love everyone, and accept everyone and be proud of it.
I want to make people feel safe, in my arms, or in my presence.
I want to be barefoot dancing in the rain on a warm summer night while the steam from the blacktop slips through my toes.
And I don't want to be put down... anymore.
But here I am.
Laying,
bare skin only being kissed by the moonlight,
because my love is not enough.
bare back facing the ceiling,
bare chest on the cool sheets below me.
Face burried, in a pillow, only warmed by my breathing.
Numb.
Bruises on my arms, my legs, my shoulders...
small- sometimes not even visible- but there.
Bruising on my heart-
"Here I go again,"
feeling bad for myself is so pathetic;
I try to convince myself that I feel bad for myself though...
When in all reality, I stopped pitting myself ages ago.
I do this to myself.
As I inhale I feel each lingering breath expand my lungs,
and as my lungs expand I feel my ribs separate.
One, by, One.
It's here where I find my sick sense of peace.
I close my eyes,
salty tears are pressed to roll down my face.
I think of the past.
I smile, in hopes that my future can only be as good as my past was.
The past three years I have fucked up my pathetic excuse of a life.
While others have aided me in the process.
Only three people, all of whom I let down, tried saving me.
Those three saw right through me...
Two I lost for lifetimes,
One still a friend.
Drugged.
Up.
On.
FuckingUp.
Xanax, Codeine,
Liquor.
Bones, ProAnna.
What my life has become.
So there I lie.
Hollow breaths, simply bones,
beautiful emptiness.
Just thinking.
And thinking, now that, that's where I get in trouble.
That's where my thoughts become words on blank paper.
Like here,
rainbow blood trickling down stupid fucking pages.
Naivety, in my own damn words.
Hatred for what I've become.
Who my family has become, and who they've undone.
Only hoping for a brighter future.
I know who I want to be...
I do. Believe it or not.
I want to give someone by all, to give them my love, my willingness to live, to breathe, to do.
I want to smile every day, and not have to worry about shedding a tear.
I want people to fall in love with my smile, each day, over and over again, like a contagious disease that I once use to give off.
I want somebody to feel blessed in my light.
I want to be appreciated when I do small things, and when I bend over backwards for the one that I love.
I want to fulfill my potential without restrictions, I want to have fun, and be twenty one without having to babysit.
I want to be Me.
I want somebody who likes my hippie skirts, my curly hair, my rosy cheeks in the summertime.
Somebody who loves my free spirit, for I Am A Free Spirit.
I want to give myself the credit I deserve, while reaching for the stars and kissing the moon.
I want my writing to be appreciated.
I want my love to be accepted.
I want to love everyone, and accept everyone and be proud of it.
I want to make people feel safe, in my arms, or in my presence.
I want to be barefoot dancing in the rain on a warm summer night while the steam from the blacktop slips through my toes.
And I don't want to be put down... anymore.
But here I am.
Laying,
bare skin only being kissed by the moonlight,
because my love is not enough.
Smell of Summer
I can smell it now,
the endless days of working, and enjoying my life... all entangeled into one!
Summer.
Pure chaos... pure bliss.
the endless days of working, and enjoying my life... all entangeled into one!
Summer.
Pure chaos... pure bliss.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
sick..to...my...stomach
I might slightly want to vomit...
....ok maybe more than slightly...
FuckYouNerves.
....ok maybe more than slightly...
FuckYouNerves.
Caged
Caged inside my emotions and mind;
broken thoughts, and twisted realities resurface.
Conditioned to enjoy where I am at in
each present moment.
Questioning why the torture must come back,
while wondering the miracle behind the prayers.
Was it a sign?
Praying to be taken away, to disappear,
when a fallen angle reappears indirectly.
Silence.
The beating of my heart halted, my
breathing steadied.
Doubt reflects on the incompatibility
on knowing the truth.
Complexity only gets your mind, body,
and soul entangled in pain.
My thoughts so caged, with these bars of
iron, steel, and white gold,
Simply graced with diamonds.
"'Tis a Brave New World."
broken thoughts, and twisted realities resurface.
Conditioned to enjoy where I am at in
each present moment.
Questioning why the torture must come back,
while wondering the miracle behind the prayers.
Was it a sign?
Praying to be taken away, to disappear,
when a fallen angle reappears indirectly.
Silence.
The beating of my heart halted, my
breathing steadied.
Doubt reflects on the incompatibility
on knowing the truth.
Complexity only gets your mind, body,
and soul entangled in pain.
My thoughts so caged, with these bars of
iron, steel, and white gold,
Simply graced with diamonds.
"'Tis a Brave New World."
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Bon.June
I feel it now.
My heart beating in unison with the bongo drums,
my feet bare, dancing with the wind's kisses on the blades of grass beneath them.
My body and soul are free, carefree
and welcoming to the world I am engulfed in.
Purity breaks into me, once again.
I embrace the sun's love,
while mirroring her beauty.
Warmth rises within me, it tastes so sweet.
The nectar of summer, quenches my thirst.
So perfect, so intense, how I can see it now.
My movements compliment the music.
My smile compliments the mood.
I am where I belong, for the first time in
Lifetimes.
My heart beating in unison with the bongo drums,
my feet bare, dancing with the wind's kisses on the blades of grass beneath them.
My body and soul are free, carefree
and welcoming to the world I am engulfed in.
Purity breaks into me, once again.
I embrace the sun's love,
while mirroring her beauty.
Warmth rises within me, it tastes so sweet.
The nectar of summer, quenches my thirst.
So perfect, so intense, how I can see it now.
My movements compliment the music.
My smile compliments the mood.
I am where I belong, for the first time in
Lifetimes.
Emptiness Leaves Me Full
Sitting, eyes closed- heart racing while at peace,
yearning for my long lost love.
She haunts my soul every so often, a goddess of addiction and pleasure.
Today seems like the day we will meet again.
She has a sister who I've been familiar with slightly longer-
yet the two are both my loves at heart.
She whispers my name quietly in my sleep,
so enticing- so alluring.
My veins throb, my blood boils, my nerves quake.
This decision is so exciting- each time, like the first and the last.
Sweet tasting drive, that carries me back to her.
The force is stronger than ever.
Is it in the air?
Floating on a soft white cloud- chills gracing my creamy, milk, white, skin.
Days mash into one another.
Emptiness leaves me full,
to taste her again will be the sweetest sin, so watch me
Indulge.
yearning for my long lost love.
She haunts my soul every so often, a goddess of addiction and pleasure.
Today seems like the day we will meet again.
She has a sister who I've been familiar with slightly longer-
yet the two are both my loves at heart.
She whispers my name quietly in my sleep,
so enticing- so alluring.
My veins throb, my blood boils, my nerves quake.
This decision is so exciting- each time, like the first and the last.
Sweet tasting drive, that carries me back to her.
The force is stronger than ever.
Is it in the air?
Floating on a soft white cloud- chills gracing my creamy, milk, white, skin.
Days mash into one another.
Emptiness leaves me full,
to taste her again will be the sweetest sin, so watch me
Indulge.
Well...
It's time to get your ego in check.
Pull your head out of your ass.
Legit,
I am your FRIEND.
Just because your chick thinks that there is something going on with us, doesn't mean that you have to treat me like a stranger.
Dude, I've been your friend from chick to chick and watched them ruin you and break you...
we've laughed and shared stories... and now you are going to act like I'm out to get you.
You must be doing something wrong to be so damn parranoid.
Irritated.
Pull your head out of your ass.
Legit,
I am your FRIEND.
Just because your chick thinks that there is something going on with us, doesn't mean that you have to treat me like a stranger.
Dude, I've been your friend from chick to chick and watched them ruin you and break you...
we've laughed and shared stories... and now you are going to act like I'm out to get you.
You must be doing something wrong to be so damn parranoid.
Irritated.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Admit it.
For once I'd like to know I'm right.
I'd enjoy the confirmation.
I know I have done some fucked up things in my past, but I've been paying for those since the days they happened.
I'd like to know where I belong,
to whom I belong to.
An apology would cease the pain, if only heartfelt.
Lurking in the shadows are my fears, while my hopes and dreams are attacked by them;
I don't desereve this. Nobody deserves this.
I should not be belittled, and pain stricken.
I should be loved, and cherished.
AdmitIt.
I'd enjoy the confirmation.
I know I have done some fucked up things in my past, but I've been paying for those since the days they happened.
I'd like to know where I belong,
to whom I belong to.
An apology would cease the pain, if only heartfelt.
Lurking in the shadows are my fears, while my hopes and dreams are attacked by them;
I don't desereve this. Nobody deserves this.
I should not be belittled, and pain stricken.
I should be loved, and cherished.
AdmitIt.
When all of a sudden...
I was laying there... crying, in a ball on my bed...
Begging...
Begging God to take me away from this place...
...when I say begging, I mean begging.
I was offering him anything.
"I will do anything, please just take me away, I just wanna disapear, I just wanna go away.. Please.."
Salty tears graced my lips as I gasped for air...
my cracked lips, whispered those words, asking for mercy, hoping for a miracle...
My eyes stinging from the crying, my heart wrenching from the pain...
...when all of a sudden.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse... or better...?
Begging...
Begging God to take me away from this place...
...when I say begging, I mean begging.
I was offering him anything.
"I will do anything, please just take me away, I just wanna disapear, I just wanna go away.. Please.."
Salty tears graced my lips as I gasped for air...
my cracked lips, whispered those words, asking for mercy, hoping for a miracle...
My eyes stinging from the crying, my heart wrenching from the pain...
...when all of a sudden.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse... or better...?
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Made me think...
I was watching this documentary... lesbians... baby.. etc...
they were talking about how they felt a "spark" from accross the room when they met... and just knew they were meant to be....
had me thinking....
then I read in an article how they got divorced...
C'est la vie! All good things must come to an end huh?
they were talking about how they felt a "spark" from accross the room when they met... and just knew they were meant to be....
had me thinking....
then I read in an article how they got divorced...
C'est la vie! All good things must come to an end huh?
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
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Saturday, April 14, 2012
A little something once misunderstood...
I never quite understood the stamina, the drive, and the force behind the fact, that people I know, once knew, maybe never knew, are/were workaholics.
I get it now.
I am working 40+ hours a week
Going to school fulltime,
and more.
I get it.
If you just keep going... you don't have the time to sit down and really think about all the fucked up bullshit going on in your life... because you are too consumed with work and (school)
It's nice to not think.
I get it now.
I am working 40+ hours a week
Going to school fulltime,
and more.
I get it.
If you just keep going... you don't have the time to sit down and really think about all the fucked up bullshit going on in your life... because you are too consumed with work and (school)
It's nice to not think.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
We are Young...
I need to get my story straight....
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state...
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state...
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Dear Sanity,
City street lights, flashing by
like candy coated memories.
Tasting sweet, lullabies weak... only in my way.
Knots and acid aching my lungs,
while breathing is tattered and slowing.
Moments of sheer bliss, perpetuate eternal ignorance.
Ambiguity taints my mindset while annulling my calmness.
Breaking free lets my mind sink, soak, and sip the thick syrup of the orchard.
Sickening sounds of thunder crash in my mind's wavelengths.
Stillness is upon us now.
Brutality murders the once loved memories, coated in sweet caramelized sugar.
Here.
Here we are in a world so chilling, revealing, and lustful,
while hanging onto our loveless denials.
Clarity is where I find myself, for only in one particular place,
and a scattering of moments.
Dear sanity...
Sink your teeth into my beloved, grip tightly onto cotton candy clouds.
Suck life out of bliss, and breathe death into eternal falsities.
Hold tightly onto all that is left of crashing waves on a powdered sugar shore,
for what is left is merely a mirage...
like candy coated memories.
Tasting sweet, lullabies weak... only in my way.
Knots and acid aching my lungs,
while breathing is tattered and slowing.
Moments of sheer bliss, perpetuate eternal ignorance.
Ambiguity taints my mindset while annulling my calmness.
Breaking free lets my mind sink, soak, and sip the thick syrup of the orchard.
Sickening sounds of thunder crash in my mind's wavelengths.
Stillness is upon us now.
Brutality murders the once loved memories, coated in sweet caramelized sugar.
Here.
Here we are in a world so chilling, revealing, and lustful,
while hanging onto our loveless denials.
Clarity is where I find myself, for only in one particular place,
and a scattering of moments.
Dear sanity...
Sink your teeth into my beloved, grip tightly onto cotton candy clouds.
Suck life out of bliss, and breathe death into eternal falsities.
Hold tightly onto all that is left of crashing waves on a powdered sugar shore,
for what is left is merely a mirage...
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Images- and rewind.
Images keep flashing in my head... bad images,
images that skeeve me, images that creep me.
Haunting my head and my soul.
Positive thoughts- I'm trying so hard to stay positive.
I've been taught once before to stay positive...
images that skeeve me, images that creep me.
Haunting my head and my soul.
Positive thoughts- I'm trying so hard to stay positive.
I've been taught once before to stay positive...
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Diesease of the Restless
I lay here
taunting them...
teasing them with my goodlooks and charm
It never really gets old.
Dangling in front of their faces.
Something they could only dream of having.
Something they fantasize about each and every moonlit night.
I lay here,
dangling my body on a string right in front of their faces.
Pursed lips tainted blood red.
They only see me as this object.
A sex fantasy.
So blunt.
However, this is not the tiny hippie girl laying topless in this bed.
with just a flowing white hippie skirt and goosebumps to cover her soul.
It's the disease of the restless.
You can never keep an image straight,
but trying to impress and please everyone-
when it reality all you want to do is close your eyes and melt away...
taunting them...
teasing them with my goodlooks and charm
It never really gets old.
Dangling in front of their faces.
Something they could only dream of having.
Something they fantasize about each and every moonlit night.
I lay here,
dangling my body on a string right in front of their faces.
Pursed lips tainted blood red.
They only see me as this object.
A sex fantasy.
So blunt.
However, this is not the tiny hippie girl laying topless in this bed.
with just a flowing white hippie skirt and goosebumps to cover her soul.
It's the disease of the restless.
You can never keep an image straight,
but trying to impress and please everyone-
when it reality all you want to do is close your eyes and melt away...
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Ironies in "happiness"
It's truly ironic, amusing almost- how I've learned to cope and keep myself content.
The breathing excercises I just caught myself doing for the first time, although they've been going on for a while.
The excuses I engage myself in- while the adoring looks I cast upon her while she sleeps.
Its amazing the turmoil I deal with, I am honestly proud of myself.
All for love.
Love for all.
Taken for granted- a slave I shall remain.
But I adore the whips on my back, and the sun burning my skin.
My feet raw from walking, and the burning within my soul.
How I can have a distraught day, nothing going right- and then all of a sudden the chirp of a baby morning dove makes everything better.
It's as if those smallest moments can turn my world into complete peace and serenity for just a moment.
I've really been embrasing the smallest of things recently, and to be honest:
It's made a world of a difference.
The breathing excercises I just caught myself doing for the first time, although they've been going on for a while.
The excuses I engage myself in- while the adoring looks I cast upon her while she sleeps.
Its amazing the turmoil I deal with, I am honestly proud of myself.
All for love.
Love for all.
Taken for granted- a slave I shall remain.
But I adore the whips on my back, and the sun burning my skin.
My feet raw from walking, and the burning within my soul.
How I can have a distraught day, nothing going right- and then all of a sudden the chirp of a baby morning dove makes everything better.
It's as if those smallest moments can turn my world into complete peace and serenity for just a moment.
I've really been embrasing the smallest of things recently, and to be honest:
It's made a world of a difference.
Fantasy
I keep catching myself... falling...
falling into a fantasy- of "ifs, ands, and buts"
"maybes" and "what could have beens"
The magic mirrors keep telling me a story,
beautifully lined with lies and turmoil.
Such castles in the clouds open their gates to my thoughts
Beautiful castles and lovely sanctions
They make me smile and then shake my head...
re-living my fantasies that I only "lived" for a mere moment
through another.
falling into a fantasy- of "ifs, ands, and buts"
"maybes" and "what could have beens"
The magic mirrors keep telling me a story,
beautifully lined with lies and turmoil.
Such castles in the clouds open their gates to my thoughts
Beautiful castles and lovely sanctions
They make me smile and then shake my head...
re-living my fantasies that I only "lived" for a mere moment
through another.
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