in the beginning there is just you and i, two nouns spreading verbs like spider silk thru a city of question marks and hard left turns.
in the middle there is you and i and they, three subjects in a spiral notebook crammed full of coffee stains, DNA, and catch phrases in the making:
you are not a picture, you're a movie.
at the end there is only me, a head full of knowledge i cannot digest, a heart full of stitches and splitting seams, crocodiles and all their empty tears.
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i am a writer, artist, and musician, in recovery, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA.
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To the point of living in a way. I have many poems in Vocal's Poets. Please read and help a fellow writer from Pennsylvania born and raised.