I am living life on
Poetry
Music
&
Daydreams

I live between contentment
and
adventure
it is the perfect space
for me

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if you put a bucket over my fire.
the bucket will burn.
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I'm sitting patiently.
I'm waiting for the changes.
The new features to fade into black.
The new screen to disappear.
Maybe I'll head off.
Maybe I'll set off into the world of unknown.
Possibly.
Or I can wait.
Or I can stay.
Or. Or. Or.
Or. I can start something new.
Or. I can find something precious.
Or. I can hide behind the blankness of it.
Or. I can break through it.
Or. I can sit off for a while and wait.

I guess that's something to decide.
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[You can hear the air moving the 
 l e a v e s  of the    
p     a  l    m          t      r  e  e     s.
Last rays of sun and it’s June 3]

    
We walk on a  white-washed street and
Forget Me Not flowers on the fences screaming this is your new world.
You are that world, your eyes are Portofino in the middle of a neighborhood of coins.

We are walking and you stop because you look at a window of someone, while I was (I was) fixing the shouts of light on your temple, living the new world.

[All my cracks filled with water]

It’s warm pleasant, we walk, seeing life taking and not just wishing,

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   we have excelled    
in the plastic world.

I stood by the **^use with the most beautiful garden, I touched bird in paradise and you say that it’s [our garden]