Those who truly think, think vividly.
Like ice in the blazed morn of mid afternoon.
My heart melts like a heart felt letter.
By the time blue skies pass and the stars scream of their most interesting adventures.
The light has already passed..
A shadow i have become, beyond the shadows son.
Life with all its blues and greens paints only the blues with me...
The yellows that scream needs, far-fetched the red bleeds.
Off the couch i hallucinate dreams of virtue.
I trip mad science while I breathe dust.
Till the light comes and the day seizes me.
I breathe.
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