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I walk these lonely streets filled with those that pass me by.
Dont try to speak, wont catch my eye.
Am I really walking here? Or can it be I've disappeared!
It’s an
Anxiety
That doesn’t
Need to be diagnosed
But it’s felt
And it’s known
Like
Brown
Computers, iPads, iTouches, iPhones, laptops, PCs, smartphones, dumbphones, MP3 players, ereaders,
What's next...Mind Readers?
Blinking, vibrating, buzzing, singing, ringing, tapping, zapping, drumming,
In the end we are nothing but bones-
it’s funny how death and time
ride a tandem bicycle
(time always steers-
as impatient as always-
death always pedals-
ever present-)
Change is what drives this world. Nothing stays a constant speed. Every heart beats differently. Minds rearrange themselves. People speak obscure words. Friends say "I'll have you're back, No matter what I've got you." I say "Let's be real here,
