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oh there were explosions,
volcanic eruptions,
heat waves that changed him forever
those times when he could feel his soul
dripping out from the holes punctured in his heart
         ......those quills are the sharpest
he knew he was at the start of the hardest of times
but he ran headlong into trouble
heartlong into love
surfing on the waves of eternal love
of all the times to get chewed up and spit out
this one was the hardest
this one was the worst of them all
the heart was crushed out of him
there were no punctures of the heart
there was just an absence of the heart
the feelings beat out of him
oh he stood tall for a while
but every tree eventually falls
no more wind blowing through his leaves
just cut up into logs
waiting for the fireplace, furnace, or bonfire
it's ironic because he wanted to build a log cabin
         ......that library book is overdue
did i tell you about that time we almost crashed?
oh wait, you may not know that i write about a woman
that does not exist upon this earth
my heart's desires rolled up into a ball
rolled out here for the world to view
the definition of pathetic
i've always written about a woman that was not real
a woman that i have never met before
oh i've longed to meet this woman that does not exist
i've imagined the beautiful times and experiences
that could happen
but i digress
he keeps to himself these days
rarely ever reaching out to any, if at all
he watches the birds fly, the clouds billow
and the insanity of the world
unsure of what the future holds
he just keeps his ears to the music
his eyes to the skies
and his heart, well, he's trying to find where it went
a dance of after thoughts

a series of interruptions and/or distractions
occurred while i was writing this
but here it is anyway