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Vinny Kona Nov 2013
a dirt driveway
in the midst of my senses,
a magical place

the clearing
the bush
the other side
Vinny Kona Oct 2013
Trickling from a hole in my head, it forms a small puddle of nothing.
It is slowly getting deeper but I can still see the bottom and I still swim from end to end.  
But the more I let go, the more spills out making that puddle bigger and wider.  
I can no longer see the bottom but I can still swim from end to end, though I am out of breath when I reach the other side.  
Soon enough, when I try to swim end to end, I won’t be able to and I will stop in the middle of this puddle.  
My muscles will give and stop working no matter how hard I strain to stay afloat.  
My colorful world will turn into a beautiful blue as I began to sink under the surface.

— The End —