in fears and trust, dreams so ''busy being free'' she thought
she could be, it would be possible with him but in the end he did
not bring her to his senses; in the end it was just not viable as since
the moment they mounted together when he showed her no more
than the blue flowers in their city park but the moment (1) she
asked 'm to play her music, he laughed her away or when (2) she
travelled she asked 'm to not keep distance, which is not necessarily
impossible, he refused and let her go because of that, that stubbornly
proudness aspect of his fathers character, her mothers submissiveness,
to busy believing they'd make it without realising it takes two to travel.
It's like I summon the universe now
we talk at night
meet for coffee
he surprises me
when I think he doesn't listen
So it seems that the advancement of stone to metal
From paper to metal to plastic, cardboard to plastic metal cardboard.
Milk man. There are erupting forces that will not think nor breath as you and I and we formulated this change thinking materialism change better-
Harvest ideas, bigger better-
Thoughts out the window computers better
connection connection connection-
Halt. Milk man-
You've rung yourself dry of job.
Sometimes we move too fast. Though there is no other way.
Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar
time healing wound layers damage hidden secret scar
Be the places you will become
Live the lost days
Don't bother melting the past
Live today thawn
Remember only tomorrows
Filled beyond full love
Read it Say it Dream it Feel it