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the mist of man
It is with a hope that I will live, that I walk through this film, dancing in my mind..hoping in the lizard center of survivalist habits… I am living
No love is withheld, just the physical but I think too much..and what good is thinking ..I’ve been here before ..skin from my hands……
She is far younger ….she should love herself.
I know there is joy .somewhere behind the anvil’s drop.. hammering away.. and the criticizer is silenced… what challenge? And who is the fool?… she might deny, but I won’t holler again … the scream stopped forming and the water started rushing..calm now… I am calm in the rush of love liberated … missing it
If there’s anything they’d say about transformation, they don’t say it enough, if there’s a thought to make a world ..it isn’t thought out loud … it staggers drunk through that lizard maze..it battles ghosts in the broken communication..I am curious again. I am curious today.
God I know…chained in heart.. heart in chains.. I was letting go, and we are jubilant wading in.. walking through…I’m the mist of man, I am a child’s handshake..there will not be another..
