my mind began racing: thoughts so wack you could stack it up to being = my most dirty deed.
internalizing. & remembering exactly what, where, when & who planted this seed.
overwhelming to say the least.
& hell yes - i'm dirty as ever, as i climb out of this grave.
i already know though - eventually it will all be right under my feet.
quite possibly today? yeah. today. i like the sound of that.
speaking of sounds, on the contrary i must say:
silence is so beautiful and sacred.
i find joy in silence.
but then, there are noises. & i really like these noises.
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