I'm like a ghost,
perception of time passing does not exist to me.
Only the ever-present...The constant knowledge of existing.
No herb or drug alters my mind.
Like a spirit, subject to the frequencies of conscious acknowledgements.
My sorrow is that some people die without ever knowing a passion for life like mine.
The flow of a song may seem sporadik, but it is not so in reality...
It's all a premeditated arrangement of a creator. Ordered scientifically to create an emotion in the heart.
Miscellaneous thoughts of love created by the mind and dreams egos create.
Tears emerge as I acknowledge the power of life.
The beauty of the clarity of the heart.
To know who I am. Who I truly am.
Without any shadows of doubt.
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