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Aug 2016
It was there…
Just sitting there,
for eyes to see
and hands to take ahold of.


The entire day is spent on adolescent thoughts
breeding life into a well weathered mind,
like the first time you climbed
to get to higher grounds
and search around
the whole world contained
within a playground…

Your playground.

And the only limits to be perceived
existed only within your own imagination.

Why not break the fourth wall
to find and gather
and then pull back on your worldly tether
to sustain and remain
well partaking in creativities finest form
and continue the process of awaiting destiny
(the time spent between life and death)

by passing the time as you see fit.

But if you choose to advance
add only and do not subtract,

that is to say that the true
progression of mankind is formed
through the inviting of new ideas
into our universal vernacular
and the practicality of the worlds relation to a dream
grasping from one rung while swinging to the next
continues fluent and the end inevitable,

after all…

The floor is lava and you can *not
not
touch.
Jurtin Albine
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Jurtin Albine  26/M
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