The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink

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feel me/read me/follow me

Dilemma

where is the safety in all this?
please, tell me, does security even exist?

I’ve walked the alleys and found treasure
I’ve sold cheap gold and donated counterfeit money
I’ve given love out of confusion…
I’ve nursed my fear for sweet companionship…

when do the stars turn off their light?
please, tell me, does the sun ever get cold?

I’ve joined the marching band with an invisible instrument
I’ve looked in the mirror and saw no one
I’ve spoken but the words were pointless
I’ve cried and cried and my eyes have died…

Can the sadness evaporate like cigarette smoke?
And if so, can I go along with it?

written: November 29, 2010

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Filed under: regarding myself, Uncategorized

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