Warn and tattered, my eyes give heed to the sunlight.
As it provides such a gossamery darkness to sleep in.
How can such warmth only shelter the coldness?
Blankly I find that such things are correct.
Intoxicating and hypnotic are the self-destructive thoughts that I allow myself to feel.
To feel these thoughts in such reality almost allows me actual expression
Words will forever fail to to surpass the worth of experience.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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