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

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Diamond Fins

numbers runningflashes of dashboardme lingering awkwardwatching them sunny side upon crystal sandlooking at my metal handunable to understandframes in the mindso I stack themmy picture framesmake a short story filmstand firmwhile she is reading my palmtell me about my futurethrough the lines of my pastIt's time to cleanse my sinsI have to fastI keep seeing angelsin my dreamstelling me they have no wingsthey are wearing finsdiamond clusterswaves of shapesloads of voicespiles of skin

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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