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Words and music, emotion nearly tangible. Strumming rhythms numbly.
Something's incessant- a lack of presence.
It has been said that every entity contains in itself
the means to its own ends.
Empty thoughts have no sense of fulfillment
My aspirations, desires, and concerns
Fill in the empty spaces that cause me
To provoke, ponder, and practice
Every aspect of life
Every aspect of humanity
Life's a beach, the bugs dieLittle ones fall, moma cryLife's a beach, the water dirtyBullies, messin around with nerdiesLife's a beach, the sand is flat
In my mind, there's an empty room
Void of light, of sound,
Of any outside connection,
I only have the faintest memory
Of what it used to be
An echo of despair, and loneliness,
When I was six years old I sat in a darkened closet hugging my knees to my chest.
The night whispers-
how ye' do, how ye' do,
do you have any news?
My mind full of fascinations,
complications, ratifications
simply
says
no.
No, new news do I yield
to you.