Mey's Mind

this night the world stopped turning the stars retreated from the universe into a mental void created by mad minds dark holes depict their desperation I stared at the nightly sky in wonder, all alone wondering where we are now and where we are going is there room for more in less or for less in more duplicated singularities are designed from just dust this earth is small but infinit I plant my hope in its soil and hope it will grow    

from the deep dark waters let me rise and wash upon the shore like a starfish, a seashell like a sigh upon the wind and salt staining the sand let me find and unwind my soul I am gone I am whole

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S*.. with a capital S need to go outdoors society's compulsive grip dragging me from my protective den work to be done darn

how the morning knows your name and greets you, like an old friend how you spend your day, together just talking about anything, even the weather how the night knows your dreams and reads the lines in the palm of your hand how you sit and watch the moon, together just talking, about anything, but the weather

behind an old door wild roses everywhere a secret garden