It’s A Start

I’m stuck with a voice I love, that I can never touch.

Antennae turned to high receive, psychotronic I do believe.

But this is me, mind so strong it literally bleeds, never brought to it’s knees…

My head was fine until you dropped your lines, eyes that don’t match words, creating heart discord.

Step away if you need to adjust, just don’t forget about us. Paperclips, coins, rubber bands…where are my rubber bands?

Hair ties under plant store cowbells, hot poems in my mail, synchronicities, nahh can’t be, I know you see me…I guess the winds will carry it until it is known.

Game memories.

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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