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The heart of the tree and its soul

If you see the heart of the tree, you can see its soul. Right now, I feel like a liquified drop of coldness, so lost in nothing In being nothing in knowing I am nothing, to the ones I love, … Continue reading

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This life

This life of ours so precious I walked down the road to nowhere again in Westerly 98 drive it’s 1998 again, & it’s too precious, too precious, too full of hope and flashes of yesteryear as one city flashes by … Continue reading

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new girl

The feeling of being almost half-real, where every experience no longer has that continuity of all the years of time that carried a consciousness that somehow streamed, slowly writhing through the world you lived and made inside, leading and flowing … Continue reading

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shoes

Light and fleeting, making you feel like your walking, and you have places to go, like you could walk up walls, and across the ceiling, or find out what makes the sky crack open, like you could make music with … Continue reading

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train

There are so many things I don’t get, like how people are able to sit so still with nothing in their hands, no timeline in their heads, no words bouncing off screens reflected in their eyes. I don’t get how … Continue reading

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the golden bird

Random strokes of your consciousness, slowly make out the bird in the clouds as it flies and brings gold off its page of lines and color. It makes you wistful, and a little intoxicated. Heady and beguiling, you are soaring … Continue reading

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Addiction

I look at the city, laid out before me, through a veil of tears, the living city that never sleeps, like a monster or a star. And I wonder why I did it, why I chose to do it,why I … Continue reading

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