Why cant I stop inhaling you? Watching you? Drinking you? How do you always stand triumphant over my above average intelligence?
Will power is strong a strong first thought but always retreats at first sign of battle and my intelligence is now no longer to be seen.
When sunrise finally treats us with its beautiful presence the beauty is immediately decimated by the overwhelming feeling of disappointment, after a quick check the screen reads insufficient person, another battle has been lost but I am convinced I will win the next one.
Ok the one after that.
Or the one after that.
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Night Time
Night time is a dark place. Not because there is no light but because there is time, time to think, time to let the doubt creep in, time for your busy mind to take control of your nightmares, time for someone else to control your dreams, time to long for unimportant material possessions, time to let your heart break, time to count money or the lack of, time to talk to the past, time to hatch an unachievable over ambitious plan(stupid brain fooled me again).
By Dan Curtis3 years ago in Poets
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