And tell you what you mean to me.
Every stain and wound on this widow makers horizon vanishes in your face.
The drawing near and the shading away of sudden creeping hysteria.
Don't confide in me your heart or feelings about the after life.
In each others reach and grasp for meaning we share eternal life in these few moments together.
Damn sentiment and artistic relevance just give into this beggar in front of you.
I am a dancer with broken knee caps and no sense of timing.
An explorer with no sense of direction, an artist with no sense of beauty.
A seeker of truth, fed up with all the answers.
A mystic with no sense of the divine.
A human with just plain no sense.
Dru
I like this one a lot... well done.
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