La luz brilla en todos sin mi.

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A 24 year old man working a desk job filling out papers, and completing profit reports. See's a woman about five foot six walking around keeping to herself a quite women she is. the man see's her often but never says anything to her but a hello and a subtle goodbye. memories of a half told story finish through events no one should witness. The hollow end of a voiceless mind, and when i close my eyes, all i hear is a whisper, a whisper so loud its heard for miles, but when you stand right next to it, all you year is the S's and swishing of slowly enunciated words being pushes out through teeth and tongue to form a language. Smooth movement of lips and mouth coordinating in a way to be art. A flow so nice, that anyone who notices becomes entranced. Every blink is now slower more precise than the next. A turn of the head only makes a blur of common events. A phone call, a word, a step, and a laugh in such a pattern that its a symphony in disguise, a rhythm yet to be discovered. The ambiance is level, a haze left wild. A glass put forth and living through the outside until someone makes you realize you really are there. Close your eyes, it will all go away. Now that time is a struggle, a resource left to waste, the burden upon us is to figure which to waste. the glory of a happy living, this is time to shine, a memory in the outcome, one to share with friends. remember when i was teen, finding a place of my own, not to live but how to live was a story much its own. A quiet storys ending, and actions take its toll, every one leading to a consequence and reaction all its own. a repitition used for reason and it rains and sometimes snows, show me how to lead to the life that books and media shows. a life where time is free of time without a worry without a care. Where school, work, and a social life can all be achieved. finding out how things work a capsule in disguise, im not being forced to swallow it, but rather accept my place and somehow still have grace. Do my job get it done, and have no human error. do this and that and do it right , you should have done it right you had the time please. A leaf that hangs, a golden statue. Thats it and thats all. peace out...8 town...straight up....love. but hes still 17 falling asleep doing is english homework.

*eeeep*
*Theres never enough time*
♥Marcos♥