I m going to live forever. I am going to learn how to fly.
Being a fly on the wall and a wallflower has its perks too I have learnt during my absense from the steamroom.
What is the cryptic way of saying THIS?
THIS is the this I have hated, loved, accepted, fought, defied and returned.
THIS hides a death residing in me, in mine, in his and for life.
THIS hopes and now acquired new cells fresh with cleansing tea, yoga, clubbing, dancing, mellowing down the solution pumping out of Greek veins eager to explode into
a bonfire, beat the sky and the sun for being naughty and hiding away from me, stare
up towards forward the blue that I have missed by holding tight onto the underground bars
trembling when the happy mouse of London comes out of under the ground, the sudden breaks of sunshine, of rain burst within an S and the THIS wake up time to work
drain drain me gangsters of London, attempt to laugh, attempt to whisper your spells beside your headset and I will be there for you during your sad,
your happy
your stupid
times.
and now enjoy your spring.
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