"Some folks hide, and some folk's seek, and seeking, when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren't afraid to look and won't turn tail should they find it - and if they never do, they'll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of Earth's sweet gas." |
[I awoke only to find out that i was the only one...
Nature and my tongue reveal...
Aged old eras linger through this feeble mind.
Overlapping waves of sensation unwind...
The air was to dry to breathe
And the sun always forgot to shine...
An aged tree stands alone between
A sleeping meadow...
These are lost words I'll never find
Though...
My body invites you into this life.
From a tiny seed to plump cargo...
I swallow a bright orange bit of sympathy
As a tidal wave repeatedly floods my consciousness...
My mind is squeezed into lemonade
For those around to enjoy...
I am a forest of tress.
An inspiring lattice...
I am alive.
a bright orange, sweet...