At last

The most unforgettable feeling I’ve ever felt has been with you.

Letting music become my medicine. My ailments are deeper than a scalpel can reach. Unless I want to surgically remove my heart and place where my brain used to be.

Nah. Fudge that.

  
The improbable probability of life immortality is basic at most.

Enteral damnation. The cost to be the boss. Knowing better doing better. Reaching higher. Allowing more bs than I have ever encountered on my own. Would have skipped this part. Fo sho.

  
Acquiring more looks. Feeling less important. Less impressed with the impracticable reason to be impressed or important. Why ask why. More doing less saying. More saying less doing. Don’t matter anymore.

This life is free. Wake up breathe. Aww. You made it. 

At last the tables have turned back around and there you are in the mist of the crowd. Are the eyes on me? Are the eyes watching me because I’m watching you?

At the touch of my finger tips you are there with a swipe. But still far beyond my intellectual love, my passionate kiss, and my bleeding heart.

C. L Cunningham 

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