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cigarettes turn to smoke
ashes to ashes; dust to dust
from dawn to dusk and back again;
find me now, your man to blame;
hush little whisper, not another word,
you look the part, don’t sound absurd;
here we are, your warriors of light;slash me again, don’t care to fight,
or pick a fight, lets point the blame;
hush little whisper, you sound insane. -
an ocean of memories …
a storm of tears …
no looking back …
torn by my fears …
did i let you go too soon ?this disconnected paranoia …
this figment of my find …
these goose pimples all over me …
the craving for your mind …
did i let you know too soon?the longing to hear you again …
to be the one you love …
this pain i nurture inside me …
never to be told …
did i disappoint you too many times?the faith i lost in our love …
the pain you never speak about …
the memories i long to cherish …
the laughter that echoes in my heart …
till we never meet again …goodbye my love …
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actual size: 20″ x 30″, colored inks on arches watercolor paper. available for sale…
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why does it feel more real when im asleep and dreaming than when i am awake? cried my brains out after a very long time. cant complain that the medicines are making me numb cause im not any more… another connection: the photograph on my blog of the watch i lost marked yesterday, 17th the sunday on its calendar. verily last night the stars collided and shattered my reality a tad bit this morning. this is me, screaming out to the universe to bring it on!
UECHO 