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the moment the soul stops recieving the hearts affection
the spirit becomes effected
thoughts are scattered but reflected
reflected onto these walls… liquor induced portraits of the person we use to be
my hallways are flooded with the memories of loving you
triangles of emotions do not belong in loveland
why would it?
what can one grasp from pain other than heartache and the ability to cry
pain… she gave me the notion that no matter the density of the blue matter
she would not allow me to die
so i… waited for her
as my arms became stiff from wading toward her
so now here i am near the trenches
i guess the white matter will be comfortable
maybe i will see cloud nine… or just maybe all that exist is
black matter
but it doesnt matter
nothing even matters but the reflections

jay g