I stand here
alone on my feet
on top of things
as usual.
I clear my mind
of what makes me blind
and the world outside
that awaits for me
is both unique yet crucial.
I leave my worries, regrets, and all behind.
I've been searching for something since the beginnning of time.
So many have gone; searching, for such a thing
in hopes to call upon another soul as
"Their everything".
Yes;
I continue to search,
Unaware of what I'll find.
However, one thing is certainly clear,
Love..
is constant on my mind.
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Fear and Loathing in Phoenix
" For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled. " -Hunter S. Thompson
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