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I am me.
I am not Her
Nor do I wanna be

I am me
And I love him
And that's how it always will be

I am me
Not rude or cruel
Just nice as a person ought to be

I am me
I take pictures of people and places
Yet no one takes pictures of me

I am me
Faces change at each stop
A new face
A new story
Storys of love
Loss
Dreams
Casualty
Faces full of
Despair
Hope
Happiness

I ride to hear these stories and see these faces
These are the faces stories that will make future generations faces light up.
The stories that arnt made to fit the cookie cutter mold of good stories
These stories
The real life stories
Are the ones that im interested in
So I ride to hear these stories
I ride to experience real life
I ride to connect with the true heros
And to hear the real love stories
I ride to be one with my surroundings
I ride
My stomach drops
To see their happy faces
And all their personalities I love so much
It's too much for me.
"Live in the moment"
But how can I live in the moment when in the next,
They will be gone?
Not enough time
Not in a year
Or a day
Or even a minute
This next month will be the sorce of both my Happiness and my Depression

In this moment I am loved
In the next I am forgotten.
Obsessions can change,
Month to Month,
Day to day,
Even hourly
Its the that one song that soon faded away with time,
Its a phrase you say over and over untill its worn out
Or even a pair of jeans that you wear till they fall off or don't fit any more
But, Imagine
If the phrase never got old
And the jeans always fit
And that song still has you singing in the shower every time
Now
try to Imagine all those feelings
Put into a person
This is now
A person who Always makes you happy
A person that will for eternity make you laugh untill you're crying and your stomach hurts
A person who will Always admire and lift you up
Forever
And the flowers that bloomed in her mind ,
Were not those of perfection,
But of color and light.
They did not grow in conscious of a color pallet,
Or how they were told.
They bloomed in colors of all kinds
Some dark as the ocean deep
And some as bright as day.
The flowers in her mind could not be tamed.
Nor would anyone want to dim that kind of beautiful
Their thoughts intertwined within each others
Each exploring deep thoughts of the other
Their souls seemed made for one another,
Soon fade apart.
The obvious fate of their futures with out eachother drove them mad.
Eachs passion for eachother grew as the time went on
And they made their homes in eachothers hearts
When the time came they fell into an abyss of loss and despair
And when their souls faded black,
They stayed black forever
hmmmmm


rooftops lights on in the house, hm, the over arching, the branches reaching, plants lampshades, tanbark and grass, hmmm deserves to be named, hmm, in the background a rake,  a call, response, ohh, of shallow breath, not wanting to break the moment, the bike, parked on its side, ready for a ride, laughing at the mistakes, laughing at the wrong, everything has fallen into place, into lap, where it can be pet like a cat, hmmmmm, inside, the light, inside, the light, no pantries opening, in the distance a call, a response, the rake, the rake, the sounds spin into the silence like a slender yo yo, wooden, craft, roll back, roll back
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