the fence will always make lines to divide. and my mind will always have one member in the audience...my heart will only been known by God. my body..some man. my face, some people...my laugh, hopefully many....my heart to no. one..i really am not here. when you say "but its me" all i want to say is "who are you"...the barricades will have dominion. for good. out of body surrealism. and art and yesturday are too much right now...because today is so heavy with dreamlessness.
are my eyes even open....just this little ole me