SITTING AT THE PLAYGROUND OF MY MIND; TRYING TO SET ASIDE A MOMENT FOR THE FORBIDDEN PLEASURES OF THOUGHT, I CANNOT COPE WITH THE STRUGGLE TO THINK OF YOU. IT IS ALL AS IT ONCE WAS; BUT NOT AT ALL AS IT IS YET TO BE, “ALMOST” HAS NEVER BEEN CLOSE ENOUGH TO GRASP.
I CANNOT HELP MYSELF BUT TO BE ALIGNED WRONG; I’VE ALWAYS BEEN PART OF NOWHERE, STUCK OUT OF PLACE AND TIME. MY MIND HAS NOT ENJOYED THIS BLAND JOURNEY; MY HEART HAS NEVER BEEN SETTLED, MY SOUL ... NON-EXSISTANT.
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