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it'll be okay.

how cliche of a phrase, it seems to be,
at least to me.

i can't say about the next person,
but,
sometimes i want to feel free from the mess that i'm in,
while others i just want to let it consume me just enough to tell the gods above that "enough is enough," ya know?

i mean hell,
Texans always joked about hell freezing over but,
maybe they understood more about hel than Odin's all seeing eyes ever did,
i mean a lack of illumination blinds even the illuminated;
careless and wreckless they are,
"or so it seems to you," they'd tell me ~

more than likely at least.

i mean c'mon,
they're only motivated by a 6-at-best 5 o'clock shadow until Thanatos brings fourth the missing piece at sunrise.

does the rooster really crow more then tree times?
today it seemed like i was the only one up,
let alone the rooster before dawn.

"does the divine really understand?"
yes i've been told,
but on the inside i can't say more.

poe's raven understood more than i did,
i mean ~

breathe,

for a moment,

please...

my thoughts,
they're like the waves of the shore sometimes..

rubber-banding back to back against the sands of time,
watching as they fall slowly in reverse,
"how curious," my idled mind glares at the gimmicked hourglass.
it's almost as if it were meant to mimic progression of life,
liberty and -

dare i say it,
the pursuit of happiness.

"i don't know, do we? tell you me, says us,"

damn... this stupor of thought hit hard,
i mean,
could the oracle of delphi have seen this coming also?

this -

this seems to be my Roman Empire,

i guess...