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I cant find whats missing
Spending my time wandering grey streets
Slipping over cobbled blocks and broken pipes
No destination.
No idea  where to go
How am i to find whats missing  when i thought i held it so Close

I was opinionated.  Now ive lost direction
Missed conections
Defelected questions
I procrastinated myself into lonelyness
Theirs no deception
I find myself facing
This terrible fear
That I might love you forever.
Which really is quite the dilemma,
For I am still so young,
And forever is an awfully long time.
There was an old man of Thermopylae,
Who never did anything propersly;
But they said, 'If you choose,
To boil eggs in your shoes,
You shall never remain in Thermopylae.
Maybe I like to being alone.
Coming soon
.



Open dream


The tomorrow

When we all appear
  
/::/

Happiness


When we all appear


Take it easy babe

We come and go

Only as one

.
puffed up eyelids
chapped dry lips
and sombre face
drooping shoulders
and sagged countenance
but honest truth be told
though you weep like a willow
nobody knows why you weep
your tears are shreds of red
your arms hang by your sides
like a flag furled and abandoned
you are a perpetual mourner
adrift on the rough seas that life brews
and though you weep in torrents
in truth nobody knows why you weep
I am fascinated by the metaphor of the weeping willow tree
I guess I havent found what women want yet, because its certainly not..

Being there for them.

Telling them how pretty or beautiful they look.

Caring for them.

Go out of your way to do things for them.

Enjoy talking to them about anything.

....and above all, it's not being nice at all...

I think she is perfect, because in my mind it says so, it says follow her because she will take you places. She will make your wildest dreams come true and experience life, so go, follow her till you cant no longer.

But, if she wont let me do these things and follow she will be lost in this abyss.
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