thoughts about chocolate
unlikely is the man who grows to travel the land in search of the golden ticket to a ride that never came and will never come. blessed is the cross that bears down names resembling that of gods made in the image of man unselfish in intention but unholy in truth. there was not one nor two but three that forgot the fine line differentiating hope and the blind from societal suicide. the path through the light echoed a familiar hollow sound as if to warn the winter to fly south this summer. hunger? what do you know about it, so boldly stated that no tone inflection was needed. slumber comes to those who deserve better but who preserve the slender chance that the remainder will be worth. while you wonder about whether windows closed or cemented over will ever display life without words you press hard and fast clenching like a drowning dog dying before last breaths are ever breathed. look out. think. look in. more think. and tomorrow when the world turns again and you wake to find fate has not finally caught your illness will shine down to the heaven you don't believe. and you envy those that do.
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