write.... just, write .....

Oh no.. On every corner every mortal, is a wolf ... in sheeps clothin' .. lurkin'-scopin'-searchin'.. tryin' ta see-find-grasp, breathe... the reality of...  LIFE.....
This one here not that one out there.. where it's all just a stare, not like you genuinely care, Only leading them to believe the mischief, you come along with...


See, the missing link is, it wasn't always like this....
Na, you were a king.. A king with gentle eyes and soft truthful lips.. a king that spoke upon the language of, LOVE.... Truth and Desire.... they'd murmur facts, facts and memories, memories of love.... 
Na, not that puppy love, that REAL puppy love.... The kinda real love that, turns into an eternal devotion of motion.. THAT, love... remember? 


reflecting THAT.. number, that "eternal" number that has symbol... circulating us, forever. that same number that existed way before it all got twisted ... and, that date-that number.... DAMN, that number.. Same number that pops out at me, EVERYWHERE; here and there ... there and here.. but, it's that same number.. and love, that caused you fear... So much fear you steer, away... so far away, it's cold where you stay and scorching hot where I play.... So explain, where's halfway???


To you, it's ALLLLL about the money, money and the fame, the fame IN the game... Or how you would say.... SUCCESS..
but, what about the rest? 
The plans we planned? Maaan...... 


When did these stars un..... align.. ha, untwine AND rewind? 


To her knowledge they were one, a solid pair, ONE..
till this cold world, turned them old, and with just one glance away.. it was gone.. 


Gone. Gone and distorted, converting them to stone after they molded their time together.... WHY? 


Despite the weather... nine outta ten, shit was fine, wine and dine.. and grind ... Mmmm sounds nice. 


yep, she want that old thing back, but that.. that past is just that.... the PAST-tense, of it all.. It just don't make clear sense..
see cause the future, the future was their time, time for their mutual connection.. Now just pause for a moment... let it all soak in.... 


this beautiful disaster is your master and you shall return faster than that Rasta, on that same corner as before, smokin' his spliff, quickly lit ... illuminating his perception of resurrection towards the direction of ..... hope. 


Mental mystic shit, to cope with.. Feel me? ... 
and if you feel me, do you REALLY, hear me? 


It's this world, this world here you see, I'm stuck in... walls, enclosin' .. moniterin' my.. every moment.. won't it just, STOP. 


Well.... She'll breakthrough, breakthorugh without you and then you'll see, you'll realize... you'll see the ONE, under your nose.. the one for you, was always ME, FREE, LOVE... i gave thee....








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