every avenue explored every leaf, overturned the urge, the instinct find me a patch of dirt under the safety, sanctuary towering trees and break my will, to these bruised bones thoroughly devoured, disintegrate into the soil will i finally then be visible, once invisible? and let me face every horrid truth the selfishness of others under all the smiles, "nice words" all the words, that's just what they are empty of action, devoid any real lasting, encapsulating passion of skin and limb to heart and mind so few of us left here the "put you before me", "soulfully sensitive kind"... and let me own every misfire every "my fault", how I'm wired to believe in things now fallen away inner character means little than less here, best to learn quickly this "out for self only" game and let me go then, smiling last breath, cracked skin, lips as i told you, i never belonged here it was the truth as I've been shown over thinking, over dreaming over feeling, the meaning the value, importance of love tenderness, tumultuous the divine attempt, work involved, it's profound, yet preyed upon significance yet i loved with all my being, my heart i guess, "the fool" i claimed it, my part to play here, scenarios, scenes inside this film, haunted brain once devoured by the earth i will have the final freedom to fly and flourish wings of remembrance my blindness, the power of your beautiful upon me, some star it will shine, see me as home, worthy of the covet and lifelong quest, for release within the honorable hurt, bleed, no more "brutalize" amongst it's "yes", want of me, realized, then so claimed. bowen hart roselli 11 november 2020 ringwald love
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