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It’s sad when you know more about someone else then yourself.

I’ve spent time isolated from everyone else.

still… It seems like my own personality melts.

Then, sinks through the crack called other people and leaves.

If not, my mind goes blank from the weed.

Instead of growing myself like a tree.

I’m burning them.

again…

Purpose?

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If i served my life in prison would it be so bad?

After all life is a prison where we work and die.

Funny thing is death is like the end of our sentence.

Hell I’m guessing once that sentence is done It will just start another. Back to square on.

So i catch myself thinking ” Is it possible to be free, or is life meant to be a sentence?”

A life just made for death… I mean come on did you expect it to be more?

We’re all atoms just put together densely and atoms are made up of 99% empty space.

Wouldn’t that make us 99% empty? Maybe that’s why we show so many emotions.

It’s filling the 99% of empty space with feelings to make us whole.

But what about the trees 99%?

or my glass of water

does that mean everything feels

or is it something else…

And i still sit here and realize that everything in the universe is decomposing.. slowly but sadly true.

Life cruel joke

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I left it all,

but in my head.

I was alone… but it was good for once.

there’s no one to impress and no one to lose in my head.

Deep in my mind I found a cabin.

I went there with no connection to the outside world.

It gave me time to kill.

Then I realized killing time was killing me.

The in-head getaway of my imagination was turning into yet another hell because of time.

Loneliness was becoming apparent.

time is still fading…

In the cabin there was a clock.

I sat at the desk and fiddled with a pencil and piece of paper.

I tried to write a good memory down.

I couldn’t focus though…

the clock was ticking.

I took the clock off the wall and buried it in the woods in the back.

I went back into the cabin and the clock was still there… ticking away.

I found one thing I cant escape,

even in my mind.

Time

Midnight Walks…

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snowflakes beginning to stick to the soil

no date because my fix of scotch foiled

my plans wasted like sand

through an hour glass they say time moves fast

but i was unaware now i stare

at the feet, moving beneath my knees

and the snows coming faster i cant be seen

i go onto the street

and hear on horn

bleed…

but the snow continues to fall

at least there’s no more missed calls..