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What point do you serve in my life? Goodbye forever.

I wish I could say this to people. Alas, the world is a round place and I live in it. And even that doesn’t make sense, just know that I don’t care and I just ate salmon. So PLEASE, don’t drink and drive.

‘Twas nice following you folks. Perhaps not, though; you’ll never know.

the sky waters my face hoping to watch me grow
but I remain the same with every rotation of the sun.
soon my insides grow too large for my skin
with every wilted flower I pick for houseless beggars
and all the rotting feet I cleanse.
though my flesh remains one color, one size, one way forever.
I’ll lie on bearded barley and observe your attempt in making me evolve
but I remain constant.
I float on ripples and sway my bare feet off edges of tree limbs, waiting for them to reach the ground.
I watch your gardens grow with the touch of my tears.
It is beautiful. Weeping willows sing and the oaks and I envy.
But you extend your morning glory and hold me tighter than my own skin

……..It’s your to finish now, whoever you might be…..I’m done blogging for a while. I need something more.

michelangelosdavid:

to follow them obsessively. I don’t really see the appeal. Guess I’m just weird.

(Source: laundermykarma)