Subtle Landing

Warrant?
I think not.
Words scribbled across the page.
Stars hang from the ceiling fan.
Books bleed on the floor.
Happy. Happy. Happiness.There is no such thing.Oranges in an orchard.
Birds in a tree.
Every time I look this world seems quite silly.
Outstretch.
Stand up.
Fly.
Awaken.
And die.Melatonin comatose.
Love. Love. Overdose.Face it. Take it. Love it. Leave it.
What's there left to do in the end but.
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                                                                     J.U.M.P.__

 © m.f. /Roxywaters  Jul. 2007