A Collection of Oddities, Surrealism and Possibly Too Much Wine.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Midnight Hour.
I feel it in the air.
I feel it in my bones.
I keep it inside so nobody knows.
See it in the smoke.
See it in the cloud.
Not even the crickets make a sound.
The cold wraps around me like a blanket.
In this state of mind I coudnt fake it.
In this state of mind I was the one who made it.
The story that continued without the detour.
I can see it now forevermore.
I can see the memories like A black an white horror m
ovie without the gore.
Growing up on E street where two shamen raised me up until my twenties. Two years later I felt like a prisoner so I had to break free. I needed a new family. Burning up the cd's.
That one really sticks with me even in the 1-3.
Moving up from the authority that tried corner me.
Standing at my front door wishing i could tranform nastalgia into liquid form. I'll always be the dreamer, a full hearted believer. I'm overcome with this newfound power.
I want to bind myself to this midnight hour.
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