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where man meets mind.

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sea

the feeling

more or so it’s the same when I set off on that same journey

no matter how often I feel it, it never changes

I always end up here

I can’t help it

it’s intimate

it’s real

it’s alive

like a friend that allows your fallback

it’s always there no matter the fallout

it’s strange, this noise

it’s human

it’s earth

I wish I would stop coming here

but im addicted

you listen without the need for words

I’m sorry I have nothing to give

you understand

till next time friend

though I don’t wish to be back

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hello may

hello may,

im hiding behind the shadow of June

can you see me?

we haven’t spoken in some time

where have I gone?

you see I’ve seen the world

I never knew there were so many things that lacked attention

so many places, obscured by the lack of the human print

I’ve met some people

I don’t know what they mean, but they seem to get around

there’s an emptiness in my chest

a space that was once filled with youth

I beg that one day that youth will find me once again

how’s April?

last I heard she was gone for a while

where is the sun these days?

this gloom is getting to me

there are many things I’ve yet to see

but so many lack the ability to love back

this effort is exhausting.

anyways, you’ve always been a good listener

July seems a lifetime away

will I see you again next year?

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for the ones who worry

For the ones who worry that time may falter. For the ones who think that life is an abstract matter. For the ones who know their worth is dwindling. Hollow with the shell of a person, a person who once held the waking dream of promise. Awaken to the gleam of worship, to the glittery seas of desire.

We are not long for this world, we journey; though aimlessly. We wonder where our feet meet sand, where our thoughts gather alike. This is not the end.

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i wait but for half a memory.

Where are you now? Are you somewhere in the fields, gliding your rough hands through the delicate desolate landscape that carries the winds whispers? Are you riding through the sidewalks that breathe in the calming, quiet words of the waves? Are you waiting till night fall in the isolated world where man meets mind? The reason I ask is so I know where to find you. So I’ll know when to think of our unfinished lines and tales unwritten. I could never write again.