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Dust and noise, hands become white as you write the things that people are supposed to find insight into. If you listen you can make anything insightful. Not just on a chalkboard.
Make me a picture, one that shows the feelings that I cannot yet see. Through these clippings and images that are spinning off of the pen, I can once again make sense of things.
San Francisco days under the sun with the wind blowing ever. so. slightly. The hair styles are a testament to the past and the memories that we have about it.
ample heat and no time to sleep when the torches are lit and they are running down the street. In the hands of the people who need them the least because they care too much about those distorted dreams. That leave no room for them to see what could be true to another.
The opposite of such a thing is in my heart today. What can you ask yourself to inspire, invite or imagine the most happy and content place to sit in yourself? What could you do, what would you eat, smell, or touch. Who would you be around and what would that mean for you and other people?
White, and breakable. As anything else, and there are many ways to do so. Split, shatter, clean break and the messiest of repairs to fix. The ones that break the skin and are never healed and the ones that you already forgot happened. The bones will be with you for your life its a matter of how you use them
Process, other things probably do not matter in this time I would imagine. That there is nothing more rewarding. A child, the product of two people or creatures bound by love or maybe just a connection, sometimes the connections are one sided unfortunately. No one deserves that
Achilles heel, the weak spot for a person that you dont want to hit unless your trying to push their limits. Sometimes that is a desire but refrain unless there is gain on both ends. Being selfish at the cost of other people is never something you want to do.
Some people tattoo this on their eyes you know?
The moment that I touch the pencil to my eye I think about how this is going to look bad in about an hour and I would rather just use mascara.
Russel, the heat brushes over you and your dusty feet are feeling free. The bikes and the bruised knees. With people that you never see this time is special and you can just simply be.
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