Be it with clarity; to water up, to have had a shot too many.
In loving you, alike to a curse, in fusing personalities.
You’ll be freedom in a moment, leaving behind a mountain.
Pains are feuding, either less or more.
To become all he wanted, she nearly died, to be told, it isn’t what I wanted.
Born with less, or born with more, to ask a carcass for blessings.
With a fool’s vibration, to adore in passing, like life stopped at inception.
—been on edge, it meant existence, brown, black & buried.
In managing excitement, in learning acceptance, one came to exhilarate skies.
Non-this, non-that, at bottom line, souls need affection; by gray moons, by miserable sunshine, it isn’t as they proposed.
Indeed.
Some sick ass curse, some erratic consensus, to imagine beneficiaries.
Stressed out.
Is God in the stress?
To handle a manuscript, to rehearse daily, to finally ask for closure.
As long as most are happy.
Real joy, at the bone & blood of others.
True happiness.
