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Our needs are boundless -
our wounds sensitive -
better not to bare them
- lest we invite opinion,
debate and comparison,
or worse yet, sympathy (euuww).
Songs for this..
Musta Been A Ghost by Próxima Parada
Everything goes my way by Metronomy
If You’re Too shy (Let me know) - Edit by The 1975
george collects baby doll heads

my guestion to george,

do you cut the baby doll heads
off the dolls?
.......Death just takes us.....
Our virtues and our vices
                So long!
Have  you ever felt the days
                Go by so fast
Dare yourself to dream
Clear your mind
You never know
What you will find
Stay on the ground
Don’t be bitter
Fill your heart
With glitter of hope
Deliver the words of our savior
Sometimes we are afraid
Expand your life
Demand to love yourself
Clear your mind
You never know what
        You will find
Say bye to hazy days
At this point of my experience,
I am very content with my reality.
Happiness is being alive, I came here to live a good life and know love from an individual perspective.

Why are you here?
Traveler 🧳 Tim
subtle personal agendas;
flies in the spiders web.
to have escaped, is rare.
one wanted to live by the sea
within wooded retreat

one does not know how it happened
but it happened to me.
The earth is
Dying of old age
But if it’s me,
That dies first,
Hopefully I get
To enjoy what I’ve
Enjoyed in its

The warm and tenderness
Of unconditional love,
Or the passion behind
Nerudas words,
swim in the transparency
Of the freezing rivers
That embark their journey
On the vertebrae of that
Shackled Island
That I used to call home.

If it’s me that dies first,
Don’t let those who
Speak my name see
What I have become,
Let them remember me
For who I was,
Hollowed eyes,
From restless nights,
The incoherencies
That I speak,
The laughs that
Surround me,
Echoing until
Eternity ain’t eternal

When it’s me that dies first,
Take me back
to where I was born
Bury me under the sapling
Of a flamboyán tree,
Love and care as much
Maybe more than you have,
Watch me reborn, grow,
Become magnificent
Dressed in orange reds
And greens.

Finally, carve unto me
The words that I’ve written,
watch me grow old
like I did life’s ago
And forget about me.
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