There’s this lingering feeling that I can’t seem to shake.
It quarrels with my inner friend to the point where there is no reason to
really resist. There's no longer any confusion. It all seems so clear.
There’s not a doubt as to this now being a conscious choice.
“Time is made of honey slow and sweet, only the fools know what it means.”
It’s hanging out there like an apple for the plucking. So easy
and so free to grab. Everybody here is not going to judge so let us all allow
time to begin that transformation into a purity of unpublished smoke. Don’t let
your better half win. The only real security is in knowing that the devil will
devour your soul.
“My will has disappeared, now my confusion is oh so clear.”
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