You must remember. Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts, that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.
Monday, October 19, 2009
The Great Park
I am up to no good, and there is no turning back now. and you say that you'll fallow, but I don't know about that.
I am but a hopeless heartless poet living in a world that adds up to nothing, I find beauty in simplicity while I search for a flame to maybe keep me going
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