I do not want to forget you
And
All your smiled faces pacing
Our
Memories in faded slide shows
Of
Those days, the nights, our
Trips
Along reality, mind’s delightful sugar.
Month: October 2011
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Forgetting
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Now.txt
Now is not the time to forget what you have come out of. You are more than now. Now is just a thin film over your eyes, with vast cities, rivers, mountains, and land beyond. Good is where you are and where you have been; all to come is difficult and trying until that, too, becomes good.
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What am I searching for?
What am I searching for?
What makes me think what
I have is not what I need?
I am a tree, having found
A never ending supply of
Nourishment, but still
Sending roots in another
Direction, just to know
My surroundings. Bullshit.
I am more than a tree. I
Am a fat king who still
Looks for more food. Fuck
That.