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In this eccentric reality
every little moment, action,
frame of time,
every single noun I see,
collides in perfect harmony,
flows to the sound of our music,
beautifully, artistically,
and is unexplored until now,
and everything becomes clear
and real
and strange
and every second of it is ours to share.
But I’d rather just take it in,
and watch my life pass by,
than to force things to go my way.
So I’ll sit in this strange, eccentric reality,
and laugh to myself.
Like acid,
it burns
a hole in my memory.
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way back here.

paper dreams

the graphite crumbles on this canvas
under my rage
and all i want to is show
the flowers in my hair
and the way you smiled
that day.
but it's fading in my memory
not yet captured where i can always rememeber.
when will we collide,
and not clash or shatter,
but join again?
on my paper dreams.
i can still see you, paling
i need to syncronize this lead
with my mind
before i'm out of time.