Write? about what? to who? and for what purpose. He has so much faith in me and my words, but what happens when the river runs dry and the stuttering rythmn of letters don't keep time. I'll try friend, I will.
Setting in motion the rythmn of my fingers hitting the board remembering what it feels like to let go and htink, without thoughts. let your mind drift as your emotions take on a life of their own and manifest, over and over, turning and releasing - doesn't that feel better?
no grammar or punctuation im not even looking a thte keys i let them type and take on shapes of their own
eyes closed
see the world from a differnt view
view it from your third eye the all knowing and all feeling - breathe- go- do
it's ohkay. what you feel should not be your fault; it is never your fualt
dont apologize. dont break from the bend. you are magnificent.
dont drag me under your current of addictive words and beautiful phrases. your eeyes draw in, but the devil resides iwthin i can see it but the temptation is just too strong. am i wrong? are you real or am i living in the past of distant memories kalediscoping around in colors of happiness nad love.
.Shit... no editing, no looking..just raw typing...it's not too bad...i dont think...
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