we are not the lights dancing on the wall
not the prism that divides and distorts us
not the apature that produces this matrix
WE ARE THE LIGHT
someone would tell me that....
when the polish woman was unique.. "i think you are james" struck me....
knowing it is all "A Game"
i am uncertain...
NOT fifty of five hundred faces and musicians talking to "those who chose to hear"
Profound Deja Vu shit is killing me.. is wonderful. ....
IS IT REAL.
?What happened in that forest...>
the screams in our minds....
grandma's childhood picture...
"gone away" played so many times... so many little birds
IS It Really you?
i have said,,,EITHER WAY, we are still friends..
Best friend i have ever had ...only you know whether that is SAD or Special...
is it you,,,,
One man, alone, betrayed not only by the country he loved but by those he loved as well.
At least he loved.
I would have rather been slapped in the face, than to have been passionately kissed by a lie. I got both.
Yes, I REALLY know you and what you are. You may be who you are but that sure isn't anything to do with good.
That's right. It's me.