I see it there;
sitting.
Undisturbed,
by the living;
left alone.
If it had been tampered with ,
where would i be today?
thank the Guardian of Watchers for guarding it,
when i couldn't be there;
to do so myself.
Living in this disgusting time of life
everyone would want a chance to exploit it,
find a use out of it,
want to benifit
from it.
Because , yeah;
No one ever seems to find the state of mind:
that they can't give themselves permission
to unlock what isn't theirs.
© J-d S. J
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
I see it there;
sitting.
Undisturbed,
by the living;
left alone.
If it had been tampered with ,
where would i be today?
thank the Guardian of Watchers for guarding it,
when i couldn't be there;
to do so myself.
Living in this disgusting time of life
everyone would want a chance to exploit it,
find a use out of it,
want to benifit
from it.
Because , yeah;
No one ever seems to find the state of mind:
that they can't give themselves permission
to unlock what isn't theirs.
© J-d S. J
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