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

Monday, November 11, 2013

Feet in The Water

Sitting on the boardwalk trying to corner rum
my counterpart talking about
another counterpart
the things that spilled from his tongue
left me confused
as to say
how could one hate something
and then tell his counterpart that he should try
the sense, it makes none
but night was not young
and plenty of liquor in all of our systems
so meaning to our words is determinable
but we are alcohol infused man
so none of this we will remember

To; Golden, made of gold

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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