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Jul 2015
If i reach out
I could stick my arm in the hurricane

If i bow my head
I could bob for pirrahnas

I float in a bubble
I experience but i don't feel

I wobble along between the danger
Safe
But alone

Never finding harm
But never finding love

The atmosphere is getting stale in here

Then

A pin *****

Pop

I'm not safe anymore
But it feels good

Its...
nice

Suddenly
A man runs up and shoots me right in the ******* head.
I'm aware long enough to see my skull and brains splattered on the wall behind me as i twist and fall. I melt into the floor like bubbling lava. Then like acid i burn through the floor and into the room below. The Fire room. A thousand walls with no doors.

My soul is engulfed. My hope is but burning embers.  Through the endless fever i see a golden glow sear through the flame and in pops a bubble. I try to run to it but with every step forward i get further away.  So she floats over to me.  Her bubble encompasses me.

We float upwards
Out of the fire and into dusks mountains

I smile
But she starts to leave

Where are you going?

I have saved you from the fire
but you can't have me yet

Your journey has just begun
Brain in a bottle
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Brain in a bottle  Canada
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