it comes doesn't it.
it floods and pours like an inhale and an exhale rapes your lungs.
and you watch this as though in a theater with popcorn.
you are a moment suspended
where time isn't a factor
where time isn't a factor
and death is near.
......intense!........
ReplyDeleteit is all the same really as we watch from the side lines
ReplyDeleteour own lives and wonder who we are what are these hands doing in front of me doing,
what are hands.
When I get beside myself, we argue over who is the real idiot in the room...
ReplyDeleteDamn It... we were siblings in a past life... I am sure of it.
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