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Monday, November 17, 2014


Trying to understand the flow of the river is like trying to figure out the mystery of life.
How'd it begin---- how did the river bend where it did? 
Giving me just enough time to dive out, not in. Before I drowned.
A piece of life I thought I tossed to the wind
To be lost just as deep and numb as the other pieces. 
Unfind. Unfound. Bury. Dig. Deep. Dark. Tossed. Ugly.
To lose again. To turn backs against walls
Lose sight of the climb-- fuck the fall.