Who are you gonna run to once there’s no one to listen to your thoughts? I’m just asking so you can be honest with the realization of words that can only say so much. Truthfully I’m the aftermath of the dust clearing as friends stand in true form. Where in the fuck you gonna turn to in the makings of worth becoming a norm? It ain’t that hard to imagine when late nights reflect on the face met come mornings light. How is it you wanna live moving in the middle of somewhere called life? If you had no one to consider to have your best interest. Think, if you will of the meaning of depth surfacing to evolve in a moment to be seen frozen in the twist. Waiting on an approval to acknowledge a bit more of what’s never stepped in ways of a smooth interaction. Can you remember the last time you found a pure intellect of comforting satisfaction? Falling into levels of places that make sense. With one question of why is there a need in so many faces collected by the mental aspect? Trapping yourself in the memory that dwells without the feel of a refreshing smile taste of what matters the most. Do you ever wonder of a more defined completion of home?
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