Maybe it's poetry, or they're rants; thoughts tangled together trying to escape my lips all at the same time. I have too much to say, I thought I should write it down, answer some things, clear up mumbled words I said behind my own back. Finally write down the answer, the meaning to that dream I had last night, or, get lost once again in the web of those same images; during R-E-M, the pictures that float behind closed eyelids and THERE... there it is. My lips move and form a new question; lets start from the beginning, shall we...?
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
