Thursday, April 19, 2012

FRIENDS AND DREAMS

The saying goes keep your friends close and your enemies closer... Who knows you most? Who knows your Scars...who peels your scabs... Who opens unhealed wounds...
Not much of a man yet... Feel lesser than... Can't stand to speak in this foggy mist of stress so I send in a text in jest. My emotions are dead but is soon resuscitated by my hatred.... I can't escape its translucent aura... Left with immoral rational thoughts to umbrella the hail of hurt. It works momentarily, but only to dwindle away off into the ominous night. The morning I awake to the same pain... I tried to flee...that friend in my thoughts it softly says “remember me?" I run...but where to?

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