Posing for Pains

I’d rather write about something dark, heart whispers to the brain. Contemplation to the edge of nympo… just a little nosey wanted to see what was inside the box, caught in the traffic of the cosmos. Frustraions have me gnawing on the cloths of fabric, space and mine.

Do we need to speak? Are we having these conversations as we? think? Now on the daily, by the way how soon is now anyway? These mind waves go on for daze, encounters got my mind in a hazy spin.

Gazing upon my minds projection screen I wonder how much longer this can really last, sun fading screens. Until we meet for the last, true one to the half.

The thoughts of she and he that parking lot brings, x-rated dreams only it seems.

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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