My #Love,
How many battles have we fought?
How many layers of time? How many versions?
-soooo m$ny combinations-
& yet, here u are
#staringwithoutcaring
as I am the one cursed to remember.
Not that i tried to forget, but I did try to pray ‘you’ away…
prayer usually works
two weeks,
twice a day,
and bazinga!
Whatever obsession, #gone!
Not with you.
Not two weeks.
Not four weeks……….
(a frustrating question indeed)
So, I thought
what goes up must come down… fuxk it! Game on!
And still,
for all my efforts
you literally can-k[n]ot seaWeed
can-k[n]ot ‘c’ Me
…I am right here…
but you can-k[n]ot cee…
right #HERE is
…[no]where…
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nonsense, is already gone… a shadow, a trace, a longing, a memory to another time and place, since now passed, but not forgotten,
never forgotten. The key is not to obsess/regress, but to allow, no matter what & then… somehow… all just is…
but the ‘what’ -it- isssz… well, that is uncertain…
cause like I said before, the now is nonsense, no-sense,
sense-less consuming garbo,
mumbles, mumbling, divinities, divinations, dividends, no ends, bitter ends, dreams & dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming,
dreaming….
Music casually fades out.
