To write is to fall asleep.
I speak of dreams only because that is how I see.
I close my eyes so I can see.
Now you wonder how the blind can see.
They hear what you can't.
Isn't that amazing, no need for grace.
I have silence for that.
Listen.
Do you ever wonder how you miss so much in life?
I do...sometimes.
Only when I lose my mind over those little moments.
And that's when they leave.
Once I've gotten my ink in my veins to write Great Moments
inside my insides so insight is lost even in sight.
I'm lost, lost to the world and the way it turns on its axis.
My galaxy is spinning in the wrong direction.
Don't you know all those stars are my thoughts?
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