in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Poem


Standing under
The bridge
Trying to understanding
Fire burn
Born hashes
A tray of cigarettes
Find trail of smoke
Into my lungs
It must be the string
That keep it strong in my blood
Nicotine
Leave cords in my wings
Strong words in
meaningless songs
Build me up
Just to have me fall
The need to be outside the walls
Lights in the sky
Wind carrying short breaths
Bidding farewell
Time is passing
heard following
Hands quilting wills...
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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world