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Jun 2019
what is real life anyway.......whats tomorrow, whats today?
time somehow flies, but is eternity, an expanding light of serenity?
light a candle, to lighten the mood. say a prayer. read the news.
a mass of rock, lava, water, humanity. stretching itself thin.
suffocation of the air, we gasp and grab each others throat. no oxygen left.
while we choke on our mistakes and replay every stupid thing we said or did, this earth spins our heads and makes us dizzy with hopeful wishes of a better tomorrow. will we make it..  

we grasp at invisible ropes of wants, needs, predictions, logistics and what if. we've intertwined ourselves with a lover, a job, or another. all of these things wrap around us as overgrown vines, the quicksand beneath our feet continues to cause us anxiety. eventually we no longer struggle, we are lifted on a cloud of comfortability, a quaint disguise, unwilling to understand. the vines still grabbing and the sand not quite dissolved by the winds. each bump creates chaos, a whirlpool of misunderstanding and communication. the cloud grows dark, so chaotic there is no wish to escape.

what is supposed to be and what is what will be?
nothing can be anything but anything can be everything.
will you grow to be creative? smart? beautiful? kind?
A-McIntyre
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A-McIntyre  27/F/Texas
(27/F/Texas)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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