The Skinny

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I'm in the process. I'd like to expand on that, but it's in the process. I go about my business under the guidance of gut-feelings and universal street signs. I see myself as a very quiet person. Not because I have little to say, only that my abundant thoughts know not where to start. As a child I fantasized about looking through a telescope to give me truth about the world. It amuses me now that what I am doing is looking down a microscope in an effort to reevaluate my holistic position. I am a loner, a drifter, a dreamer.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Tunnels have no light

Wishing. Wishing upon a star. Wishing results in scars. Wishing behind these bars
in a four chambered cell I lay. Moving in circles day to day. Wishing that I had just stayed away.
Cycles round the way cycles go. Most times truth never shows. My heavy heart is beating cold.
Wishing is a worthless thing. Actions blending all the same. Curse the day I spoke your name.
It's not the time nor the place. These seething steps won't be retraced. This time I won't hesitate
to take vile intentions. Stuffing them inside meager dimensions. So I can suffocate our deceptions.
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Anonymous said...

I like it...not sure exactly why, but I like it.
-Nick

June 8, 2010 at 11:01 PM

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