by Dallas Burkham

Created on: January 26, 2010

She wrote it on her myspace.
As her name and as her thoughts.
As her color and as her title.
I thought it was absurd to be in a thread that was spindled that way.
But the closer i looked,
And the deeper i dug,
I realized something.
I realized that we lie in the very same thread.
Maybe we have been woven in to two seperate fabrics.
But no matter what, theres always that sickening reminder.
A reminder that nothing is ever perfect.
A reminder that sadness isnt such a far-fetched veil.
Curiosity has the power to seduce.
Nervousness has the agenda that never fails.
There is no question about it.
But when is far ever going to be too far?
When is enough ever going to hit over the line?
When is time ever going to be too late?
There is a time and place for everything.
Every thought.
Every dream.
Every tear.
The place is here.
More than ever.
Its time to realize the possibility.
Time to realize destruction is as close as the wrong door chosen.
Its time to stop relying on someone else to fix it.
Im going to paint me a city.
Where i will live and thrive.
Until i am healthy enough to fight for what I need.
Discover what I want.
Throw out what is unneccesary.
And open my eyes as my thoughts become things.

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