Writing

he is the underlying, the after taste of my ink
but i will write
he out of me in the manner I wrote himin

my imaginary concept of what u between the lv--
the romanticized concept of what it was suppossed to be

I dont deny the u between the lv, but I question its
purity-
muddled, dirty, like a p.o.w

i was, so this is my
deep
deep
deep secret...

or new found or knew found knowledge or acceptance or realization
that the u between the lv can be a learned behavior

forced IMAgiNed.

because reality is in the mind---> my father often speaks philisophically to me.

"No one exist unless you allow them to exist."

so i write he o u t o f m e in the manner I wrotehim in.