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Learn from the trees
The oil upon my face that has built in such a long duration has a fragrance of non existence, mellow yellow lines mixed with a bright white swirl in my brain as I continue to write, I bite upon my teeth to strain in angst to what event I will have to maintain, I riddle my resoning with insights that have been born within me as a grain of sand enters my ear I reverse the car into a neighbors yard, I discard the evidence and move as if it was all nonsense...It's all nonsense, relinquishing any liquids that contain an ounce of misery, moving about as if I have the control to do it immaculately, funny.
The moon is always out, we just notice it at night, life is always here we just ignore it all the time, we live in a shell that is guarded by fright, the nutcrackers resides in the palm of your hand, and each day of life you gain a little more strength to lift it, maybe someday you'll squeeze, until then learn from the trees.
