I feel the trembles of tomorrow
and wonder,
why doesn't time leave me alone.
Pursuing not the inevitable
I focus all energy
on pure chaos.
In contrast, I'm calm.
The slightest touch shakes
all that I've known,
and makes the the impossible.
Glazing over stupid memories
we purpose that all indiscretions
were the purpose.
If only we pretended.
Seeking the now in the past
I push towards the center
and find emptiness.
Making promises for tomorrow
I stop
to doubt.
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yeah the ol running away from that which is inevitably, yourself!
how are you? how have you been? i miss you! i figure you're enjoying this weather. :) anyway, i hope to see you soon. any plans to come visit? i may have to come visit you.
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