as a ring lay on your finger, smooth and soft. you are not yourself.

the wind passes by as a freight train in the night.
trees shake, twist, and bend.
the ocean is a live,
angry and cold.
the building rumbles,
wind screams by.
we are not alone
as we all experience a chill.

the more lines you throw out there the more likely you are to catch a fish.

and it was my day.
i was free to choose what i want.
my path or plan,
actions and moves.
and i chose.
 i enjoyed myself.

you can't help someone unless they are willing to help themselves..

no more sleep.

it will never be handed to you. you are in control and will get out of it what you put into it. no matter how high the walls or how deep down in a rut, there is no celling. you can always fly.

January 27th

Today is an important day. and it must be done right.

"today felt like Christmas"

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