just snuck out the front door,
slowly crossed the long, muddy lawn.
felt my way around the blackened streets,
paranoia seeping out through me.
i'm up in the woods,
i'm down on my mind,
i'm building a still,
to slow down the time.
bright streetlights in the culdesac,
finding my place among the ground,
water soaking through my clothes,
trying to let in more than air and rain.











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"words are our weakest hold on the world." - alberto rios
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Maybe.., Who knows!
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“If you want to increase your success rate, double your failure rate”.
Tom Watson, IBM Founder
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«La mode se démode, le style jamais.» (Coco Chanel)
you too.