Days without end
Thats how it feels when u r alone
I know so many people. 5 times more than most.
So much to take care of
Often i am the Host
So many patterns that repeat
Never time to retreat
And then she floats into my consciousness
In a moment of sweet reflection
And i grin then i smile then i frown
i have to sit down
Looking out from the 59th floor of Steve Wynn's hotel
I could feel so many things
But i only feel one thing
The screaming white noise of silence
deafening my eardrums
shouting down at my heart
No sweet little girls voice on the other end of my phone.
Another day of melancholia and murmurs.
Another day of crying for attention to deaf ears
Beau Golden
BEAU GOLDEN
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