a shining star, awe the life that meets us when we have people to inspire us. Oh how I miss the days when tres beautiful anna hogan, gregory gold and I would ramble simply obvoe the worlds clouds. You may think me sentimental, but aye, i have met much more than I.
I would glide, there are few peeps in this world with whom you can cross all bounraies..-often too self- preocuppied, image and such. So too often. Too often yeay.
And I would ramble looking at the ants, sitting on the cracks of the pavement wondering at how much drugs change people- or do they? I wondered, wonder still. A tear folds my paper, eyes askew, a keen interest in how my soul burns inside me, loving still so often and so few.
I blew up, into a massive mountain when I discovered love of the soul, faraway- so far from the love produce by nearness and comfort, so far from thelove produced by the body's glands and the liquor. and yet so fragile, and so brave that love- couragous in all its forms- sometimes elusive becus, we dont listen, or we lie to ourselves about how much we feel, even if it is in there, tearing our preconceived reality apart, if everything we ever were comes under the knife- and oh what wonder and relief to have your ego torn apart by such a force- you discover- awaken to a new sense of self- one not marred my limits- a limitlesspreception of reality- I knew then and i know now that anything is possible- you just gotta believe. You just gotta belive in it baby.
xxx
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