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The screech echoes against
the trees and the green grass,
resounding deep into their
soft fleshes.
Metal stands for centuries later.
And the laughter carries
through the air in definite waves.
Recognized and believed,
but never seen.
It marks the moment
of uncharted bliss.
A glimpse and mere second
wrapped up into the very voice
of who exists.
There is a reason that satellites
were launched into space
with echoes of laughter, hatred
and all these intangible emotions;
we are lonely here.
And any world we have tried to
create, feels distinctly
empty and isolated.
And we have no answers to
whether or not we are all
simply dreaming or
if any of this is worth  it at all.
And yet this concoction of a significant
life, marches on with the
limits of time.
And most of us forget what it was
like, once upon a time,
to really know what it meant
to be alive.

Nothing changes

Mind thought- you were destined to leave,

And all your life is spent waiting for 

every breathing thing around you to disappear.

Nothing is permanent,

Everything has this starch and stiff feeling,

And it disintegrates

the moment it feels touch.

Maybe there is some wicked freedom 

in this expectation to fail

because powder can be my future

and you can lick it off your cherry lips.