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I am not the homeless madman the lunatic on a boat to nowhere what do I do with the information I have gathered? the numbers the dreams the sky drops into bed I'm living a dmt trip without the dmt I can tell you what I see but you can't see I can tell you what I hear but you can't hear I can tell you that a spirit lives with me but you will never meet him I saw it in a movie once an explanation I noticed them and they noticed that I noticed them so many ways they reveal themselves if you could see what I see perhaps I could find solace in the knowing
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Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC
which connection
strangers become comfortable after a time and the stoic faces of the old are alive when they are free to tell their stories this is what I live for the stories the orbs that roam the mountainside at night many years after the crash that took all aboard the lights that flicker same time every year on a deceased husband's birthday the cries of a child calling for her mommy repeated each night looped in time down the halls of this 300 year - old brick house where her mommy died from a fall I have known the gentle touch of a kind spirit and the angry wrath from the darkest of entities I did not seek these gifts they were given and I follow with open mind and soul for I live in the peace and comfort of what this awareness provides that there is more much more beyond this final breath
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
beyond this final breath