Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.
Monday, July 17, 2017
7.17.17 (Lucky sevens)
Every reality is a glimpse of
any spectrum...
colored or collared and chained
by mankind
because of what
we are
what if we were just beautiful, like the infinite, unnamed colors?
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