In the world of life and struggle, I wobble through the rivers of disdain and unwanted cynicism..
Of hatred and jealousy and malice and deliberate abuse..
I swim across to the banks where there are none. The sand below my feet is soft at touch but torturous and rapidly thinning.
The harsh rocks of deliberation and deceit lacerate a body that has known no injury.
I am consumed. I breathe with bated breath. I am still and voluminous and inert…
I am simply me in disguise and paint..
Music is supreme.. Loud and lyrical..
I am in life.. I am me..
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