I stand in the long grass,
It rustles in the wind.
The wind blows all around me,
On my face.
The wind is free.
It runs over blades of grass,
Making them laugh,
It tickles them.
I stand by a stream,
It's burbling fills my ears.
It swirls, swirls all around,
Over rocks and sand.
The stream is free.
It giggles, and ripples,
Turning corners, rounding bends,
I smile, watching it leave.
- dirt, mud, and all sorts of decay at the water edge
in the serinity of innocense i snap...
self induced hatered, and spinal contortions as the imidiate reaction
a twitching anticipation
broke down emotions deform the face of mind stasis
a single shard of sanity from a previous mind state cuts the flesh
a torn statement of nothing
forget i said anything, because i wont matter untill i die
don't follow this trail
and that was it, i put my own spin on things. but i liked what you had. sorry if i fucked the vision up for you, but this is what i see, and i can't go on something i don't feel.
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