charba
A structured life is a fond memory. Nothing more. Structure is not something I can control anymore. I am a broken down, decrepit building. Put a For Sale sign upon my face and board me up for good.
Our world is one giant school yard gymnasium. As adults we act as we did on that hot concrete, segregated under the monkey bars or behind the slides. Nothing has changed. Being an adult means being faced with tougher challenges, but we go on as we did when we were young. A 360. A fucked up 360.
Her figure lay still amongst the white washed blankets. Her beautiful ebony hair splayed over the pillows. Her cheeks were flushed and wet with tears. "I am beautiful, but I cannot love."
Let us wander through our minds for awhile. We will hold hands and speak no words. Let us wander through each others hearts and still speak no words. Together we will only wander, wander, wander.
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