duality
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We have sprinted on our paws from silver fields into the ashen corridors of Office-Max How early we set our alarms, how grown up,who don the coats of men, despite the heat, who drive on four wheels down Park Avenue pasts the willing lemonad
My inner world
is all that exist
when I acknowledge
my inner presence
I can see my existence
is a Gift
I can damage
I can heal
I AM all these
things false or real
You're my sadness,
Also my happiness
You're my lover,
Also my enemy
You're my laughters,
So oft doth love be blindly thrown into
An endless savage cycle of deceit,
For thyself the results are still askew.
Wherefore it ofttimes is so bittersweet?
Although I knoweth not what love entails,
To the person I have been:
You were a young girl who carried the weight
of the world on your shoulders.
You were a sea of consciousness,
Night—I’ve loved you long time.
Your shadows no longer scare me,
as I have finally realized
that you provided my mind,
restless with questions
I have this friend,
She's super nice but she is really racist.
I have this friend,
He's so good-looking but he just a little sharper than the floor I'm standing on (if you know what I mean)
I have this friend,
As I sit on the cool beach sand, my toes greet the brisk lake water. I close my eyes while I breathe in the crisp, clean, morning air, as I search for the light through the thick early fog. I can hear the loving call of a loon to its mate.
I'm twisted twisted up inside
drowning in this love for you
the knot in my throat
only worse with every fleeting moment
I do exist in the depths of solitude
And in the depths of fear.
I see and experience the clashing of two conflicting souls.
These two sides are equal and opposite, constantly pushing against each other.
