two hundred-seventeen.

future adventures.

is it bad

to want so badly

to go far, far away

and never look back?

i can see the sun rising

where i'm running to.

i can see the sun rise.

fast asleep.

everything is everything.

two hundred-sixteen.

only if we feel like it.

nope, it's not the kind of music you play
on a bright and sunny day that inspire the birds
to fly up against the wind as if it were their everyday lover.

or the kind of shoes you wear on the nights when no
one is home calling you to come and dance with them to the
sound of the moon being tightly held by the sky.

or the kind of letter you'd read from the bottle in the sea
when it washed up on the shore, unexpectedly and you replied
as if you knew it were for you ... as if you knew they would receive it.

in truth, it could be this way ... without questioning or hesitating.
only if we feel like believing it to be true.
let's move.

two hundred-fifteen.

quest of newness.

now that you've been found,

i don't want you to be lost

ever again.

we know what's best.

the night, excites vulnerability.

and we lose the little control we thought we had.

two hundred-fourteen.

no one above another.

i am every person

you are afraid to meet.

every person

you think to hate.

every person

you love to laugh at.

every person

you think you're above.

and each time you hug me,

you're really hugging them.

each time you speak love to me,

you're really speaking love to them.

each time you think of me,

you're really thinking of them.

i am every person

you avoid to meet eyes with.

the only difference between us,

i attend dress rehearsal on time, all the time.

two hundred-thirteen.

the fight, not to finish.

they'll never know what she's fighting for

the freedom and longevity of her mental sanity

she's in a boxing ring, head to head with

intellectual and political thoughts that create

craters of "you don't know nothing" and "you're too stupid to be in this."

---

THEY'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT SHE'S FIGHTING FOR

THE FREEDOM AND LONGEVITY OF HER MENTAL SANITY

SHE'S IN A BOXING RING, HEAD TO HEAD WITH

ECONOMICAL AND THEOLOGICAL GAIN THAT MAKE

PILES OF "YOUR POCKETS ARE TOO THIN" AND "YOUR SPIRIT IS TOO EMPTY TO UNDERSTAND THIS."

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and they'll never know what she's fighting for

the freedom and longevity of her mental sanity

she's in a boxing ring, head to head with

His spirit and her wicked and conniving flesh stirring up

puddles of "surrender one or the other because you can't fight in this game of tug of war forever."

two hundred-twelve.

persevere, for you.

i'm tryna see through the fog

but it's so thick and so full

and your words are so bleak

my eyes can't hear what you speak

so i stop what i'm doing

sit down slowly, and i

create a space for you to think

out loud, with my mouth

closed, swallowing clouds of,

"i hate you, can't stand you!

leave my presence because

it's YOU i wish i never met."

then my throat begins to swell and

my eyes begin to well and you begin to

sail quicker and quicker down a lane that

wasn't paved for you,

it wasn't paved for two

i can't see through the fog

that your anger has built up,

and i want to lift you up

but i can't dethrone the King

He's higher than you and me

so i'll let Him take the job that

i'm way too weak to work

but i'm not giving up - trust.

i'm just not going to give up

on us.

two hundred-eleven.

nothing more.

the reason is,

we've split so far apart

and we've become

closer than

before.

but only one

mind is

in this.

the other,

their heart.