I am so complicatedly simple, and like a book– open to read.
Are you ready to turn the page?
A fresh chapter in the story of us, or like a bookmark, worn and frayed?
Or perhaps you don’t know, lost and afraid.
Dear reader continue.

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I am so complicatedly simple, and like a book– open to read.
Are you ready to turn the page?
A fresh chapter in the story of us, or like a bookmark, worn and frayed?
Or perhaps you don’t know, lost and afraid.
Dear reader continue.
When you’re getting closer, Closer to the heart, Closer to the start, Closer to the dream. You sit up...
Swirling white foam, And a retreating shell. Things to do, And times to tell. Listen to them speak. Take...
When man bargains in his mind, Eternally wishing he were God, Times up. You’re too smart for your own...
I’m trying. Trying. So am I. Trying, and dying, and breathing again. Letting go of pieces and parts, Places...
Sometimes is tired… Oftentimes desired. Sleepy-eyed happiness. Energetic exhaustion. Press forward… Shake it up. Spill it forward, Up, up...
No time for sleep, When you’re flailing in the deep. Down on your knees, enjoying a breeze. Past the...
Dark and light collide. In the silky shadow of a shared embrace. Eyes closed in the diffuse dimness. Hearts...
I know what I should do. I feel it in my bones. My mind blinks it in neon thoughts....