Tearing through my brain searching for that peace of mind I don't think I ever really had.
Chained in place by perfectionist laws, I cannot be free by any means.
Skimming through a land of beautiful death and timeless sorrow. Enmeshed in a land of confusion. Is it serendipity? Chance? Why?
Sighing softly trapped in these paper thin walls so far away I'm still blinded by the light of your beauty. I know it's possible for me to continue because you're there... even from so far away.
Speaking softly in my ear.
A.J. Downey
12-16-2000
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