if i were to delete one... i don't know what piece of me i wanna not remember... honestly, stories are told as they are lived... figured out as chances some times goes way too far...
written in a form to relate as others know the feel... allowing luv to show up... my version of the thought process i keep... tapping on the eyes like my heartbeat vibing with the iris's flux...
life dances uncontrolled to enjoy what creates scribbles laid out in plain sight... correction has found a literature display meeting expectations on a human level of minds... alive n making it happen so self can go home... where the heart resides...
as today is the day... n where i'm standing is in the middle of my existence... doing me the way others realize the types they are can or cannot agree to disagree... twisting shit as a hobby while flipping silence from the tongues resistance...
watching it land in true form without sound other than the voice that reads the bs... freed is what has happened as i am jus me... fowl mouthed n respectably never judge mental... each one has a uniqueness of characters to moments at one point in life to live outside of dreams...
is there one to erase as if it's any better than the next claiming the ongoing side attraction day or night.?. but if i were to, it be all or nothing.. touching... boundaries heard on mute... fingers hovering... felt on the trigger of curiosities reach... one day it'll read, "i am alive"... i breathe!!! i have no reason to hide...
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