Some bloomed in the same loneliness
that mutilated others.
3:19 AM What’s around me is sleep. What’s within me are thoughts dancing on songs I hate to hear.
3:20 AM now And I’m done with this prose— or to put it right, I’m done with this observation.
This imaginary dream,
it remains a sacrosanct to me. Unassailable yet, unbearable.
However please, do not awake me.
Do not save me.
Let me die in my dream, Let me be buried in it.
For strangers will soon admire the blossoming roses besides my tombstone and in the end it would have meant something to even just dream.
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There’s only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.
very hard indeed.
He told them to trust more in
Heavenly possessions as earthly
Ones fade away, though it's hard.
Love and sadness, Hope and breakage, God and endurance, Politics and suffering. Science and destruction, Education and slavery, Race and division, Life— life, and life.
The ambiances of life without God are unbearable.
deeper you glide into the abyss of demolition
into self annihilation
into eviternal doom.
God is the avowed love
God is the only hand
God is all except transgression
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Mate, I am not writing or creating or arting any shit. Mate, I am screaming, like some have screamed while smiling, and others have screamed in circles of friends who never heard them.