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This is what begins past my bedtime, it is fair to say i dream of constellations but i refuse to call it that, I dream of possibilities. I remember a boy about my age, asking to see if the sun began revolving if it turns left or right? I didn't know. he said if things could die so easily then what is it we live for? I remember a girl, not close enough to my age, ask about me. she said if its killing you so badly why do you welcome it? I didn't know and if the sun can't shine for so long, why does it always return? she said, a girl can't go past her bedtime because all there was is gone and the dreams she dreams so often becomes a night

The subtle art of misery begins within you as i lay my prerogatives down on a soft gentle stale hair it becomes almost clear, the way the times are changing "I've never noticed the moon shine so brightly" said he, and if i were too wondrous to understand such irony, i might be so smooth as to say "it works the way the sun shines, without care but last not careless" but as i have stated my prerogatives are down, and i have not yet to understand and disturb the peace of bringing them back up. The subtle art of breathing ends within you and if i were not so distraught by that statement, i would deny every resemblance it makes to mine. I

We are so simple the world is so simple death is so simple Three months ago, a boy shoots himself in the head, slowly killing those who care about him and the world decides she is too claustrophobic and start to take out her people 16 years ago, a woman gives birth to a three-hour long miracle hoping she'd would grow up to paint the world with her words But this story isn't about me this story is about us. 4hours ago I watched a girl walk out of the bathroom the smell of red nostalgia in her eyes, inhaling the misconception of American society her left ventricle opening and clutching unto what's left of reality it is rare we get to s

Somehow, I've lost myself like tractors and billboards I feel subliminal, See I'm not sure where to start; they say courage is a cowards best friend so i shouldn't worry. But a life time is a long time and friendship ends like seasons and lately I've been feeling winter shiver down my spine, There's a tornado in the pits of my stomach and my world is upside down and my toes don't touch toes like they used to and my mind don't think like it used to and i think my murder is being planned and my friendship isn't as real as it used to and death isn't as scary as it used to And Love don't make heart beat anymore and Why does He

Drain me senseless, I'm in need of love bullets and hearts hung lifeless on the wall i headed north, to look for somebody else your eternal youth bleeds the landscape of denial Heading to space, he stood there head in the clouds, to him I ran I headed north, to find the Man on the Moon He said that the world was built for two I said "Baby, i don't mind living just for you" X marks the spot on the map he bestowed three million miles left to go So I headed north to find the Man on the Moon He said "It's been ten years, I think it's time to go" I said "I think it's safe to reap what you sow" I want to meet the Man on the

There are two kinds of people in the world you: who make music and me: who listens you: who transform possibilities and me: who watches You: who the world revolves around and me: who worships "I see you as the accurate eyes of the sun" as the maker of all that exist as the wind that trails like a banner in defeat and you are magnificent and for that i can never be with you

On days like this, I could die like a snake sheds its own sky, I'll also shed mine i want to deny the infinite white light for the shame of mediocrity, for the selflessness of conformity On days like this, i forget who i am and my eyes meets the end of insomnia as they fall prey to the great white light and remember flashbacks as i earn placidity On days like this, I feel like shit like the left over marks on an erased paper like they feel in movies after the great perhaps and i want to remember how it used to feel.

There was once a boy who was a man and he wrote his first literature and he was very proud and he married a beautiful woman and she was very proud and he had a beautiful son and they were very proud and he won his first prize and he was very proud and he went to the war and he divorced his wife and he found another one and he was very proud and they had another son and they were very proud and he joined the Civil War and he divorced his wife and he found another one and he was very proud and he wrote his second literature and he was very proud and he had a third son and he was very proud and he won another prize and he was ve