One Way Trip
OK.
Where do I begin?
Lost within my art,
Profound beauty with initiated trust extrudes my offspring.
My heart is extracted,
I am no longer one.
Bounded veins pressed against the mist of society.
Thoughts are nonsense to this movement.
Not knowing is enthusiastic.
I wonder how I got here.
Simple is not enough in this distorted affair.
Normal is just a name.
Hurt is a figment of way back when sense was common.
Problems are obsolete but the challenge is here.
Blind sided ambition takes its toll.
Inhaling what ifs and exhaling what is.
Blank at heart so my mind tells me to walk forward into this fear.
The thought is unexpected,
Which makes the movement beyond believable.
Jumping into the arms of unknown.
I would say love but this is better.
I feel no pain.
No human emotion can break this element down.
This aroma is now the life I breathe.
I can't care anymore.
This is my moment of orgasm....
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