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The wall is strong as I sit against its sandy skin I built this wall Piece by piece Mixed the cement Found the bricks Even made the tools My hands, blister and bleed more with each layer. Built tall the pain becomes excruciating. Fighting back tears of loss and longing, I sit against the wall. And catch my breath. The lines on my face show scars of inner battles. And despite my efforts an endless crack journeys throughout. It whispers sweet words of hope and control spews beams of other worldly light, of ecstasy, of boundless fields of moody sky.  Such an attractive light. Today the crack shines brighter still, Leaving spots of intrigue as I

Today I realize it was always gratitude,  I own nothing, yet I claim so much,  But that's nothing more than gassin, spittin,  I have nothing As stomach heart sings,  I have nothing As I reach out to hear that wolf howl inside me,  I was always so grateful,  Running to all and everything,  Where has gratitude gone? Lost in time, in space? Imprisoned by expectation? Like a chalk board, wipe those formulas away. Blank, black. Nothing, staring at me,  I am the same as this old and beat up board. So why does it's tar-like darkness Scream so terribly? Why does it need that formula so much, To be a blackboard? Why can't it stop screaming its sile

You're small in my mind A bunch of pixels Murmurs and echos. The stars fall around us ~Press pause~ Yet the stars still fall This distance is see through With flecs of gold Fractured through our portal of time. But really there is no time Only thoughts of longing and then doing and longing some more And respite is downhill at speed. The moon seems further Yet we still plan to visit With a picnic in the boot of a clapped out car Zooming Through galaxies, probably missing the moon There was no one to ask for directions We are still paused Waiting for Time to speed up And for the rewinds of ageing memories, Forever chang