Tears of once forgotten folly now enthralled by the dynamic mess of mayhem falling despairingly into dark caverns of convoluted consciousness awaiting the torrents of devastation which flow as an avalanche flowing down a mountain, covering all. As the ick threatens to suffocate or consume we cleave to sanity we grasp for love if it would be given us, hollow eyes searching hoping needing eyes that smile back, how lost can we be in familiar surroundings, very lost for where can our hearts rest when will the sweet release come where we can freely extend ourselves unfettered by insecurities but filled with confident safety, overwhelmed by the eyes that seek us out.
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Johnny Gerbrandt
Love lifting, love writing, love designing. My journey is a strange one but I love it. learning constantly.
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