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Outside the window he peered at those below. Similar to ants they looked and acted was how he perceived them to be. So from that ninth floor position, looking out over the interaction of the bugs carrying small pieces of information to each other in a trance-like manor, he realized that he wished to be apart of them. But instead, he was nine stories above looking down from his tower of solitude.

blue

Still my fingers catch a spark at the though of touching you.

hm

Life is made in the details of the every day circumstances.

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So there he was, in the basement of an abandoned house on West Main Street looking for a clue that might reveal what the past kept hidden. Dirty syringes and worn mattresses lined the floor and gave light to the junkies that used to inhibit this place. Black mold grew densely between the stucco walls and gave off its gentle kiss of death.
And then it appeared; the face which constantly stirred the man while sleeping. A face which caused for restless nights of bleak terror. A conjured image that dissipated when the morning sun came over the lazy Montana skyline, but re-emerged as REM sleep approached.-

ace high

A sheep skin jacket kept the rain off the mans upper body, but left his face invevitably open to be hit by rain; much like he received hits from those closest to  him. While walking across dimly lit streets and maintaining the struggle of not succumbing to an icy laden tumble, the man had a revelation. He realized that the key to understanding objective success was truly how others would perceive him. In essence, without accomplishing any particular task of merit or fame, a man could stake his claim simply by having others believe he was something extraordinary. It's similar to buying onto a the two-hundred dollar table of blackjack when all that is in your wallet is a food stamp and a frayed picture.

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Life moves at paces entirely too fast, while at the same time slowly crawling towards an inevitable infinite which never comes.

alive

So instead of spending money for a trip that will be a memory if things poorly remembered, save your money and accompany me on this trip.
We can share a sleeping bag under a starry night and trade stories while our breathe materializes in the cool air. I can give you the regalia of the constellations and tell you of how Orion received his belt, or simply point out the North Star. We can sit next to a fire so mountainous that rising embers threaten the trees which hang above. We can stare out over hundreds of miles of Gods Country high above the the birds flying below. We can traverse the peaks of our Earth and walk slowly with the clouds. And we can get rained on like you've never been rained on before, dance with the lightning as it is created around us. And we can take time to realize that we are alive.
Alive, we are.
We are, alive.

"The time of life is short; to spend that shortness basely were to long" - Shakspur

long time

and it seems that I've lost my mood ring, so maybe I'll turn to her and ask about how I really feel.