The Realization of One
Here we come, always thinking shit way beyond into the future, never knowing what to do next, quiet and reserved, If only I could scream everywhere I went, but fuck the attention - the way those lazer eyes beam right through me, see-through-penetration, this is what I am; although false perception perceives me as the boy who doesn’t understand, so they thought and thought until they lost their minds - up in the air disappear, where did the reader go, thought capacity like snow, sped up inhaling the cold, exhale pine needles upon wooden tree bark lips, layered with skin, disintegration with age - such make-up and wit, red is the color of her fingernails like claws that snap and detach - hopeless, never romantic, I am not, why I try I don’t understand, is it you who reads this? No I don’t care, pulling carrots, or are we picking apples, my heart ached - as different as you and I may be, we will continue to pretend to all be one of the same - sports, movies, musical fusion, off-tuned and realistic for my ears to hear in here, a blank nothing, where no one person is but I - see you see what you see, yet I see what my eyes see; the way I pretend the way the colors burst between skies - The realization of one.
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