Last night I dreamt of smoking cigarettes and i don’t remember who was there
I was also running for my life and the act of smoking made me invisible.
incognito, a behavior i’d never perform. and then i was awakened by a phone call from my bestfriend
and then once again i slept.
i’m so calm.
i’ve cooled down back to my stone exterior.
nights of sleep and days of pages and thoughts of nothing
no longer hot with the molten lava of things i can’t express
or won’t forget or will regret, because that’s how i roll.
because the only person i can lie to is myself and right now Kameron.
buddy. you are not weak. you are not hurt. no one can see you. you do not feel.
trust me partner, i know you’ll listen. if i tell you you’re a sneaking cunning fox you’ll be one.
if i tell you that nothing is real then, it isn’t.
no questions no answers just walk the road, a gun to your back and stripped of your clothes.
you lost your time to think and now this is it. don’t mope, don’t complain.
you’re not insane. you’re normal. not fragile. not sad and not broken.
fucking do what i say or my trigger says good day.
your eyes have the power to look past now use them.
when someone stands in front of you, you stare past and bruise them.
a smirk on your face is all that i need, a line inside that sick mind of mine.
now walk.
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