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by Maxxchild

i worry for what behaviour do i need to contain scorn and skepticism allay a 
fear that the world has no more to give and that we can now encase the world 
and what it contains in a cold concrete tomb. the tomb representing this 
worldview that wishes to encapsulate everything into a not so easy to swallow 
pill. the cold for a lack of feeling that protects us from any further pain 
that the world has for us. but we writhe inside of our holes to the demons 
and insects that lie with us. 

and there is hope that burning dove, david bowie allusion, we reach for this 
trophy and fly away possibly from our foundations. 'i'm gonna be a millionaire,

movie star, rock and rapper.' we chase these goals to be greater 
than what we are supposedly and we leave our homes and forget our families 
because they might not have lavished us with attention our egos believe we 
deserve. but hope is such a pretty picture to the jaded it just doesn't hurt 
to leave their barriers, walls, and defense mechanisms preventing any to 
enter our 'FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE'. maybe we believe our lives are perfect  
or more realistically put just the way we want them. we fear change and to want 
anything more is to reach closer to what might burn away our wax limbs.

i was asked once why perfection is not looked on well, seeked out for my 
boundless wisdom i suppose well i was also just sitting right across from her.

Anyways, i said that i thought that there is only one picture, vision, 
dream which can move us, but these are elusive. when you picture these things 
you later think 'i should of said that too or instead'. the storm, the doubt 
soon rolls in and darkens our horizons levels our dreams into an everyday 
state. this all sounds pretty hopeless i know, but the one thing that i never 
have looked poorly upon is having people with me looking up at the skies and 
horizon trying to stretch their mind's eyes around the sky and look deeper 
and further into the world. to see their eyes. our eyes.

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