swirling lava holy water
smoke eyes turn off
don’t look down up
or to the sides
don’t look in the heart
or speak to the breeze
hear for beats of far off drum
they’re marching inching to the end
maybe for the best
drips drops of pain
pictures of her
inside of him
innocent perhaps
but i’ll never know the truth
so yesterday was i
but understood
i promise you
the wider my smile
the stronger the pain
of where i think i see this going
edged cliff here i go
nothing quickly chasing me
words less spoken 
‘pictures of her
inside of him
innocent perhaps
but i’ll never know the truth’
These lines, for me, pricked a what if of life.
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what ifs, if were are honest and courageous become lights in dark paths that we refuse to get off habit fear disdain comfort… could be anything we are human xo
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You put it well my friend, take care.
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