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Aug 2018
I talk to myself. Well, not the way you think I do.
I cross my legs and I ponder my experiences.
Watching people flood passed me like the waves in the ocean.
Seeing the trees dance and still dependent on whether the wind will let them.
I've seen lives still dependent on whether our brain and heart gives up.


So, you're probably wondering, "What the hell this has to do with Black Light".
My answer is simple; the black light is what I see with. I talk with my shadow using it. Seeing the world underneath our own.
Have you ever wondered why some colors shine in a light coated in darkness?
I've seen something beyond what I see now, like...like another world.
NAP
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