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Dec 2010
I was sitting on the side walk when all of a sudden, inspiration hit me like a ton of bricks.
now the pen in my right hand has the power to bring life to the words unspoken by Mother Earths two lips.

And her words send my mind through a voyage in the sea but it seems that I forgot my floaties. But that's okay, because this sea is made up of 10% hope and 40% mercy. The other 50% is not meant for mortal eyes to see. Because even if you saw you wouldn't believe. That what you put in is what you receive.

My intentions aren't meant to deceive, no.  They are to set your mind at ease. So Please! DON"T TEASE YOUR GIFT! LET IT RISE AND SPREAD ITS WINGS! LET IT SURFACE TASTE AIR AND BREATHE!

Because I'm breathing in toxic fumes. I'm taking in your aroma like a cosmic perfume. Don't be quick to judge, because I'm never what they assume. I drown out my insecurities not giving them any room to surface. I am overly aware, I see things that you don't notice, and know this. I hear words spoke through mute lips. They fill my ears like q-tips and the say things like "NO, please! Don't do this!" "There's gotta be another way!" "Ever since you started messing with that ****, you ain't ever been the same!"

They look at me like I'm insane. When in reality I'm more in-tuned with my brain because I know my life is short so I will never take it in vain. And through my veins flows blood in the form of memories. Like crimson tides in a blood red sea. But as I said before, I forgot my floaties..

Sink or Swim?
Written by
Crystian Marin
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