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chadwick

(not feeling well under this day's (sun) morning
a new day an old time
like bones bleaching
breaking and falling apart from
the connected here within

this wholeness has become vacant within itself
being without living
a life none to have written

and so down is not exactly that direction
sideways and backwords does not have pathways or dreams to obtain sleep or clarity
this is to all of us
without selves we have no self to have or
................. :evil: .............fuck... you deleted what i was writing. even after i told you that i had writing on the computer...my insides feel rage and torn apart because you do not give a fuck....my day is now ruined...the beautiful sun making me tired already 11:18am let me sleep now...exhausted from inside foolishness and carelessness)



not feeling well under this day's (sun) morning
a new day an old time
of bones bleaching
breaking and falling apart
from the disconnected here within

this wholeness has become vacant within itself
being without living
a life none to have written

and so down is not exactly that direction
sideways and backwords does not have pathways or dreams to obtain sleep or clarity
this is to all of us
without selves we have no self to have
nor kingdoms reaching distant lands in our imaginations

this is not thinking among hills
nor yellow fire beside the sky
where feeling does not rage alone
nor are they extinguish

this unimaginable deepened black
has become rainbows through giving up blood
through never backing down

more like smashing into earth
a cross crafted out of granite and self to each own's scripture completely flattened by iron horses
trains steaming along and the painful events tied to one another throughout these incomplete planetary junctures

things are not this simple
the best i can do
for now

tremors

You know, when I read your writing Chadwick - I think "you're going to be alright", you're going to be alright because you write, and can write, and as long as you write, you're going to be alright