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sometimes...

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i feel the world, slip out of my hands, in a weekend, in an hour, in a breath, my legs, flying into the air, and taking on, another form, as the glide, over me, making all the blood, i used to bleed, rush to my head, stirring thoughts, with more movement...sometimes...i get scared, when i look into your eyes, and realize, you're gone, our love, suspended inbetween one another, in what seems, a distant past, i didn't live, in the cold chill of a lonely night, while the walls creep in closer, and whispers materialize, in the darker corners of a single's room, flashing in the violet blue colors, with small explosions, that only i see...sometimes...i'm sad, staring into a mirror, that lies to my self esteem, making me wither, in exposed flesh, to wrap strange tongues around my arms and legs, like manacles, that work into my skin, without a trace, i fall short in the day, with a lit smoke, dangling from my pouting lower lip, screaming for life, that is only trivial, but wittier than my own, as i inhale the sadness, that pales my skin, dragging my mary janes through a day, that never ends, in repitition, poisoning my conscious and will...sometimes...i remember it all, as my heart pushes on my ribcage, with fierce animal howls, turning the nails into bloody stumps, in a futile attempt at freedom, all the colors i see, turning a shitty brown hue, that leaves a lingering smell, for every moment, i walk back into, slowly losing my age, in the confines of a chair or couch, a bottle of beer, or a mixed high ball glass, that mixes the past, deeper into my salty tears and girlish giggles, masking the air i breath, and freezing mid exhalation, only to shatter into small crystalline particles over pavement, parchment, razor blades...sometimes...i lose myself, in the mystery of nature, pigment and petals, that leap into my nose, and shape themself in clouds that swim against the sky, my flesh falling into the soil, so my soul, will grow and thrive in the dead, that surrounds my mind, skeleton words, that brittle and break, losing myself in the warmth that the suns sets upon my being, while the world revolves around me, taking her time, in set whirls...sometimes...i cry, for a dead lover, a lost lover, a dead father, a sick mother, a cruel world, starving children, life's being taken, without reason enough, a baby's mourning, a mother's lament, the moment i can taste the pain, in someones eyes, and touch the sorrow on their breath, as it floats into my very own lungs, for my own flaws, for my alcohol consumptio, and dying relationships, for being, just me...sometimes...i doesn't matter, and i walk in revelation, with motives and determination, while existence continues to decay in the building that reach higher then me, in the mouths and hands, of people that see half vision, listening to ebb of the truth, that is intangible in a breeze, but still, finds it's way, into my heart, living inside my body, without fear of fading, when the morning is new, water fingerprints fresh on everything, even, in the air, my feet moving with my thoughts, as idles collapse in burnt images of misperception, clarity again, feeding into ever fiber, it takes, to build me, alert with peripherals, as i focus more, into understanding and experience, i swallow and shed in accurate amounts...always...i feel small, as i gaze into life...