In Love with The Way.

Some see you, some see through you.

Self conscious of grit revealing itself like cigarettes in puddles on the sidewalk.

People come into your life and people leave it.

Mind and body like an alley way with no walls or doors to keep them inside.

Hold onto nothing and nothing will be forgotten.

Hold onto life and it’s gone in an instant.

The 10000 things shape shift, former identities almost untraceable, taking on new forms from one moment to the next.

Submit to the tide and it carries you out, try to fight it and it pulls you under.

I try to let love sweep over me like dreams in sleep, perhaps to prepare for the moment of waking.

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